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Injury’s tell-tale sign

If you cannot be compassionate look for the wound © Meisaan Chan

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The faith of wound care

Since wounds heal from the inside-out, do not be discouraged if you cannot see the progress; keep cleansing keep vigilant keep watch © Meisaan Chan

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Compassion’s necessary two-way street

Healthy compassion must go both ways, outward and inward: if only outward, you annhiliate the self if only inward, you harden © Meisaan Chan

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The wounds, watched

Come, come to me, says the Lord – then the healing will proceed as planned then the wounds, watched, will heal © Meisaan Chan

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A different kind of listening

I wish you knew just how often I speak to you through your body; perhaps you’d listen to it more, says the Lord © Meisaan Chan

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Playing the martyr v. being a martyr

The main difference between them and you is that they choose to fill their hearts with love while you fill yours with resentment © Meisaan Chan

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The promise

There is always more compassion, says the Lord: When the well dries up dig deeper © Meisaan Chan

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If you have no car, no bike, no phone, no shoes, nothing that the world values

There are so many ways home, says the Lord; come home, dear ones, come home © Meisaan Chan (Photo credit: National Geographic)  

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Compassion is a muscle

Compassion is a muscle: the more you use it the stronger it gets the less you use it the more it atrophies © Meisaan Chan

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The Ever-Patient

All things fail except for the thing that does not; All breath stops except for the breath that goes on; All beauty draws to a close except for that one beauty enduring; and it waits for us to realize, and … Continue reading

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