Before starting my job, I was concerned about how I would feel toward the parents with whom we work. People who are addicted to drugs and alcohol, people who neglect to bathe and feed their kids, people who beat their kids. I’m supposed to help these people meet court-ordered goals, so they can have their kids back in their homes?
It’s been a process… And, really, I’m shocked by the amount of compassion I can muster up when sitting next to these parents.
But should I be shocked?
Don’t I know that just as I was created in the image of God, so were these people? Don’t I know that the same Jesus who gave His life to atone my sins, gave His life to atone the sins of these parents? Don’t I know that they were fearfully and wonderfully made just as I believe I was?
They are His children, too. He’s pursuing them just as He’s pursued me. And if my extension of compassion toward them makes them see any reflection of Him, I have no response but to be compassionate.