Compassion is no Match for Convenience

The phone rings and I hesitate as caller ID flashes into view. I don’t have to press ‘answer’. I already know the question.

My eyes wander back to the screen where the half-written email waits patiently for the return of my attention. 

Reaching for the phone now. “This isn’t a convenient time,” I thought. “Say, no. You have to say no.”

There’s a laundry hamper brimming with activewear – after all, we are busy people. And our fridge is stocked well for a feast, as long as it’s made completely of condiments. I desperately need to go shopping. The dentist appointment tomorrow and the hair appointment the day after that. 

The phone has now rung twice.

Oh shoot! I promised to babysit all day Thursday. And when will I find time to write get-well cards? My thoughts like springs, bouncing from cell to cell, gathering reason.

The phone has now rung three times.

The freelance editing job I promised to complete lays on my desk, thesaurus and grammar guide wide open, purple ink pen at the ready. This job I prayed for, and now time escapes as though the Earth has cracked and minutes are slipping through.

The request just inside the ringing phone is not convenient. But I answer.

The voice on the other side is weak and tearful. “I’m having a hard day,” she says. “Would you be able to take me to lunch soon?” I think, but then do not say, what I’m thinking. I already know the right answer.

“Could I take you to lunch tomorrow? I can pick you up right after my dentist appointment.” 

Doing the next right thing colors outside the lines of convenience.  

Retirement has turned the virtues of a non-scheduled life into a teeter-totter of chaotic commitments. The things that are convenient rarely align with those of highest value.  

Instead of clambering to meet a deadline, I took my friend to lunch, and afterward we took a long, quiet drive over miles of country roads, revisiting the area where she once lived, married, and raised her children for over 90 years.

Love isn’t a matter of convenience, it’s a matter of compassion.

The Lord is gracious and compassionate, slow to anger and rich in love. – Psalm 145:8

2 thoughts on “Compassion is no Match for Convenience”

  1. Beautiful words here. I’m also finding that life in the older years certainly gives way to service! But it’s okay! I have to remind myself of that when I get a little grumpy. But being there for others and loving on my kids and grands really is worth it all.

    • It’s hard to give all the attention to all the things all the time. And no matter who tells you there is such a thing as work/life balance, there is no such thing. We all prioritize around the roles we play and prioritize by the minute. I think God gives us a message of what to do and the key is to be willing to be willing to do it.

      Thank you so much for taking time to read and respond to my blog.


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