25 September 2009

This writer was the kind of person who instinctively felt compassion and the need to intercede for people who did not like him. He is genuinely shocked that they, when he is in need, do not do the same thing. If we would experience God as this writer did, then we must pray to become the same kind of person he was: one who prayed for those who never paid him any mind, never noticed him or gave him the respect he deserved.

"They paid me back evil for the good I did,
my soul is desolation.

Yet I – when they were ill, I put on sackcloth,
I mortified my soul with fasting,
I prayed for them from the depths of my heart.
I walked in sadness as for a close friend, for a brother;
I was bowed down with grief as if mourning my own mother."