Have a little compassion...

Chris and I have kind of been having an ongoing conversation about the homeless population in DC (and other places) since we moved into the city.

It's easy to SAY that you have compassion for these people, but...if you don't ACT, then it's not really called compassion. It's called feeling sorry for someone.

Compassion moves you to action.

I've been a little convicted about that lately. I know I can't save everyone that is homeless, but I should be doing something. And God has definitely been speaking to me about my inaction.

So NCC was planning to participate in the Help the Homeless Walkathon today and I knew it was something I was supposed to do. But, we went out to Dave and Busters with some friends last night and didn't go to bed until almost 1 a.m. (I know...way past our bed time) and I was ready to talk myself out of it. It's easy to talk yourself out of almost anything...and most of the time you can sound pretty convincing to yourself.

So before I went to bed (I didn't set my alarm), I told God that if He wanted me to get up and do this walk (I knew He did) that He'd have to wake me. Indeed, my eyes popped open around 7:20 and I spent about 5 minutes re-rationalizing the situation because it would have been so much easier to stay in bed.

But I knew I had to get up...so I did. And the cool part of it was, that when I started getting ready, Chris decided he was going to get up and go with me. So, we got up, trekked to the Mall and met up with some other NCC folks and walked the 3 miles with about a gazillion other people.

Would have been warmer to stay in bed, but really glad I did it.