Skip to main content

Sympathy's Transformation

"It was good for me to be afflicted so that I might learn your decrees."    Psalm 119:71

The word "compassion" has been popping up everywhere I turn lately.  From devotions I've read, to my Sunday School lesson, and then my favorite was getting to share the meaning of the word with my children at a funeral service recently. 

My son wondered why I was on the hunt for tissues prior to the service since I wasn't close to the person who had passed away.  I was then able to explain to him that once you've experienced sorrow and grief firsthand, your heart is able to feel compassion for people who are hurting, even if you don't know them very well.  This is what I've always called sympathy transformed into empathy.

If you've ever wondered what the difference between sympathy and empathy is, here's a very simple explanation.  Sympathy is the desire to share in someone's pain.  Empathy is the desire to share in their pain because you've been through what they are going through.  Empathy is being able to clearly identify with someone's sorrow, grief, or affliction. 

Both sentiments can produce compassion in your heart, but from my personal experience, compassion is more naturally produced following your own personal pain.  Compassion is when you have feelings of sympathy or empathy, accompanied by the desire to alleviate someone's pain.  When you have experienced affliction, you tend to be more capable of feeling compassion towards people who are walking down a path that you have previously strolled.

The psalmist says that the afflictions he experienced in his life were worth going through because they provided him an education in the ways of the Lord.  I can't help but think that one of the lessons he learned through his afflictions was one of compassion.  If we allow Him, God can use every trial we go through to teach us, mold us, or equip us to be used by Him.
  • If you've lost a spouse, parent, or child, you can be used to very appropriately minister to someone who is grieving over the passing of their loved one.
  • If you've experienced cancer, a car accident, or a house fire, you now have empathy towards someone who goes through that trial.
  • If you've gone through a divorce or dealt with a prodigal child, God has equipped you to reach out to those who are taking their first steps on that journey.
Whatever the situation was that transformed your sympathy into empathy, you have the opportunity to extend first hand compassion.  Your trials do not have to be for naught. Let something good come out of something bad.

For me, the death of an aunt and the loss of a baby provided me with an education that I could have never learned in any classroom on the planet.  I've better learned what to say, what not to say, and when to say nothing at all because tears are more appreciated than words.

Have you had an unfortunate, yet meaningful lesson in the area of compassion?  What trials have you gone through so that you can be used in the ministry of compassion for others?  Have you taken the opportunity to thank God for the valleys that He's brought you through and what He taught you along the way?

Never let a trial go to waste.

 

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Taking the Mask Off

If I’ve learned anything over the last few weeks of wearing masks when going out in public, it’s that wearing a mask makes it hard to breathe.   The trapped air recirculating in and out gets thick and burdensome. The same is true for the invisible mask I wear on the days that I’m trying to hide the reality of what’s going on below the surface.   There comes a point when the air that has gotten trapped between my invisible mask and my unfortunate reality gets so heavy that ripping it off and gasping for a dose of fresh, life-giving oxygen is the only remedy.   ( Cue the proverbial mask selfie that everyone has had to take during quarantine. ) I think many of us frequently wear a mask, intentionally or unintentionally, to hide the reality of what’s underneath. We mask up to present a façade. A watered-down version of the true us. A suffocating misrepresentation of our current existence.  We’re all guilty.  One of my favorite person...

Definitely Not Anti-Climactic

I can honestly say that I was dead wrong. I stated that the actual process of bone marrow transplant was expected to be uneventful and anti-climactic.  Let me stand corrected in saying that there is nothing anti-climactic about watching another person's cells being pushed through your child’s central line. Cells that are intended to train his body not to make leukemic cells anymore. Cells that could be accepted or rejected. Cells that were selflessly harvested from a complete stranger and shipped across the ocean. Cells that will become a part of his body and provide him with brand new DNA.  Nope. Nothing anti-climactic about that. In fact, I found myself moved to tears frequently throughout the day. I watched my child lie there with the energy to do nothing but receive. He received the gift that was being granted to him. He received the new cells, the new life.  Tears wou ld  flow for a mult itude of  reasons . From reports of a sweet 3rd grade student telling ...

Doing Life at Breakneck Speeds

I recently vied for a coveted "Mom-of-the-Year" award when I took my tween daughter to a concert where her absolute favorite artist was performing.  Truth be told, my husband and I felt that the trip was well-deserved as she has sat back and graciously watched her brother receive a plethora of trips, gifts, and attention due to his sickness.  I wouldn't trade that special time with her for anything.  I was surrounded by thousands of young girls singing their hearts out about twiddling their thumbs and doing things on purpose -- just Google " Sabrina Carpenter " and you'll see what I'm talking about! As we made our way to Charlotte that Friday afternoon, I wondered if my little fuel-sipping Prius was going to sprout wings and start to fly.  I was blown away by the breakneck speeds that people were driving down the interstate, giving no attention to speed limits, construction zones, or merging traffic.  To keep from getting run over, I felt the need ...