I Cried in the Break Room Today

I cried in the break room today. I cried while I was eating my lunch. I cried as I scrolled through Facebook. Today, I cried in the break room.

This is a usual occurrence for me; I cry in random places often. Like, I’m not kidding, I cry all the time for no logical reason. I’m in control of my emotions. I’m not a crazy person. Sometimes I know why I am crying, and other times I have to explore the reason behind the tears. I cry all the time. 

You see, when God made me, He gifted me with a compassionate heart. He gave me a heart that beats the way His heart beats. He gave me eyes to see beyond the surface of a person into their souls. He gave me emotions that feel empathetic and sympathetic toward His children. He gave me a soft heart. 

I cried in the break room today because I read a headline. I didn’t even need to read the story. The headline stated that a mailman saved a girl who was a victim of sex trafficing. (After I saw the headline, I had to read it. And my heart broke even more).  I cry when I see a homeless person on the side of the road, and I have nothing to give them. I cry when I read about overdoses or I watch a show about prisons on Netflix. I cry about children in foster care, and little ones who don’t have parents. 

God’s precious children are hurting. There is so much brokenness and sadness in our world. There is so much sin in our world and it makes me cry. I cry because others do not know the Love that I know. I cry because others do not have the Hope that I have. I cry because others do not have the Peace that I have. Our world is constantly looking for redemption. We want better, we want more. We want good to replace bad. Our world craves pleasure and goes after it at all costs. And that’s why I cry. Our culture is not a culture of compassion. Our culture is one of indifference. Our culture is selfish and seeks to please their self instead of looking at the pain that others are feeling. That is why I cry. 

Often times I get frustrated because any little thing can break my heart and make me cry. But Jesus reminds me that it’s a gift. It is a blessing to see the hurt in our world and feel deeply about it. Sympathy is a gift. Empathy is a tool. Those of us with compassionate hearts have the opportunity to be the hands and feet of Jesus. We have the responsibility of sitting with our friends and neighbors in their pain and feeling it with them. We have the duty to pray with our friends and believe that better is coming for them. 

An overly compassionate, empathetic, sympathetic heart is such a gift. Hold on to your compassion and let Jesus give you His eyes. Cry your heart out and be sad for the brokenness in the world. As a Christian, we know what is to come. We know that we have a Father who makes all things new and brings redemption and restoration. Hold on to your compassionate heart and let Jesus show you how to minister to His children.