Yesterday I was hit in the face with compassion. Now, it's not that I am completely insensitive, it's just that for the most part I am ruled by logic. Logic says if you give money to one homeless man they will all swarm you, and you don't have enough for everyone. Logic says pick your battles. Logic says build a better mousetrap. Fix the problem. Compassion doesn't think, it only acts. Compassion is reactionary. Compassion sees hurt and pain and sorrow, and does whatever it can in the moment to alleviate what it is able. I give money to one man, one! He sits down the stairs of my metro stop. He has Cerebral palsy. Being that I have an uncle and a brother afflicted with this, he has a special place in my heart. But, the guy with no legs at the station change, no way! So I give this man money every time I see him, and a happier soul one has never seen. But that's just it.. I try to tell myself that I am not here to cure the social ills of Ukraine. I am here to cure the root cause; that of a need for Christ. Yet somehow I think Jesus himself would disagree. If we can't be examples of Christ in action, how will its message ever take root in the hearts of others? So there I was walking back from the market. And I saw a man quickly approaching with outstretched hand, I avoided him within the mass of a crowd of people. Then there was a single mother begging for change... a man with one leg asking for something to eat... you know that part in movies where something becomes so overwhelming that the camera spins around the surrounding area quickly and everything blurs? They do this to show the immensity of the situation and of the revelation. I experienced that. I then spent the next 20 minutes discharging all the money I had to all near me who were in need. I went home and repented of ever thinking I could do more than my savior, more than just giving of myself. Last night 4 street kids stayed at my house watching soccer. I had all sorts of excuses as to why they shouldn't be there, and why they should keep there shoes on. But I kept silent. God says he choose to use foolish things to confound the wise. I am humbled. I am a compassionate man. But very rarely am I ever moved with compassion as my Lord was. Its a ruining thing to feel. My prayer is this: ruin me over and and again Lord. Amen.