A woman helping up a young lad

God the creator of the universe has so programmed everything that has to do with His creation to function under the principle of sowing and reaping. Perhaps this was what He had in mind when, after the deluge Noah offered his first sacrifice unto God, He said “While the earth remaineth, seedtime and harvest, … shall never cease (Genesis 8:22)”

When we, as humans, show compassion to others who are challenged, we open up ourselves to receive compassion from others. In a way, compassion attracts compassion. It is like sowing a seed. A seed once sown is condemned to germinate, especially when it is sown in the right soil. Whether the sowing is planned or done spontaneously, if it is not done on stone or rock; or if it is not thrown into fire, it is bound to germinate in the presence of soil and water.

Recently, as I drove towards a busy junction, a traffic warden flagged me down to make way for motorists from an inter-connecting street to pass. I stopped. A car from behind ran into me and hit me from behind. I came down. My car was badly damaged at the back. The offending driver came down, seeing the extent of damage, knelt down and began to plead with me. He was a cab driver. Looking at the car I just bought two days back, I was greatly infuriated.

“There is no need to kneel and plead, you must fix my car,” I told him.

His eyes became watery. It was apparent he had no money with which to fix the car. However, I insisted that he must fix the car.

When we got to the garage, I got the panel beater who told us what his charges would be.

“Go ahead, fix the car and charge it on this man,” I said, pointing at the cab driver.

He melted, knelt down and cried. He recounted how he was so much in a hurry to grasp some amount of money before he hit me because his wife was ill and admitted at a hospital.

Although I really wanted to teach the man some lesson on how to be cautious on the road and tolerant of other road users, I knew I had to let him go. I particularly hated to see a full grown family man shedding tears and pleading. The scripture that rang in my head was Matthew 5:7, “Blessed are the merciful; for they shall obtain mercy.” I knew that it was God talking to my heart.

“Get up please and go,” I told the man. He got up with a kind of childlike glee; wiped his tear-soaked face with the back of his hand.

“May God bless you Sir,” he shouted, cutting the picture of a trapped bird let loose.

Others at the workshop echoed God bless you, God bless you. A great weight was lifted off my heart. I let him go, and was glad I did.

“It could have been I,” I thought. Yes, of a truth it could have been I at the receiving end. So mercy spoke and I obeyed. I knew that I had sown a seed, a seed of mercy. I knew as well somewhere ahead of me, mercy would be waiting for me because the seed must certainly germinate and bring forth fruits.

Showing compassion to others is exactly like sowing a seed in a fertile ground. Try it today.

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