I wrote last week that my spiritual gift is not mercy. That was brought to my mind anew today as a result of various interactions with coworkers and parents of babies for whom I care/have cared, and a good discussion at Bible study. I feel like I justify my hardened heart and argue with the Lord about why I should be angry with these people who have caused harm to their babies, and then act like the world should be handed to them on a platter. I argue with Him about why I should be angry with a coworker who made an (unbelievably) inappropriate comment about a dying baby (honestly, it still makes me angry). I argue with Him saying, “it’s not like they’re hating me, they’re doing things to innocent babies. I have a duty to advocate for these babies and be angry on their behalf!” And while I do have a duty to be their advocate, I don’t have the right to judge. I know that their actions will be judged by One greater than myself. It’s just so hard when you don’t see any immediate consequences.
And that is where mercy comes in. Oh, how I need the gift of mercy. How desperately I need to see people as Jesus sees them; hurting people who need His grace.
Luke 6:36-38 “Be merciful, even as your Father is merciful. “Judge not, and you will not be judged; condemn not, and you will not be condemned; forgive, and you will be forgiven; give, and it will be given to you. Good measure, pressed down, shaken together, running over, will be put into your lap. For with the measure you use it will be measured back to you.”