grasshopper

As you might be thinking I'm naming this after the delicious mint chocolate cookie because I'm me and I usually can't help myself, I'm not (although I am considering starting a bakery of sorts...wishful thinking).  Yesterday I was driving, and there was this little green grasshopper that was on my mirror to the left.  She was the most brilliant color green.  Like that color green you can only imagine happens in a rainforest.  I felt kind of bad as I drove off, and she was still on my mirror, because I knew she was probably scared.  Her antennas were blowing harshly in the wind, and she didn't know where to go without using them.  She was holding on for dear life.  I honestly thought to myself, "if I stuck my head out the window and my hair was flapping in the wind, it would feel good." So, in my mind, I thought she can't be that scared, I bet she enjoys it.  Isn't that sometimes how our compassion in this world gets skewed?  We start to justify how it can't be that bad for others with statements like: "It's all they know." and "If it were me, I would change my life in the following ways."  Isn't our job as Christians to change what they know to the love of Christ for them?  With a love like that, all they'll know is mercy and grace and kindness and faith.  Don't we want that for others? As Christians, we have to stop justifying why we're not compassionate.  We have to know that sometimes their antennas are blowing in the wind, and we've got to help them know where to go.