I have been thinking about compassion.  Not just feeling for
someone, but the compassion of Christ.  I realize that most of my life
I have mistaken pity for compassion.  Pity says, "that is so sad." 
Compassion doesn't say; it does.  So I have asked myself, "How do I
make the compassion of Christ credible in my own world?"

I don't see in my human nature a place where compassion is moving on
its own.  Regretably, many times failure is my greatest teacher.  I see
a need for prayer; a need for faith.  God needs women who are not
afraid of gross conditions, prostiutes, hurting, dying, hungry and the
unknown. Sign me up!!  I am ruined for the ordinary.  My hearts
greatest desire is to go to the hard places with people, to be unashamed of others hurting situations.