A couple of months ago, as I was journaling through Hebrews, a verse really gripped my heart. In Hebrews 5:1-2, it speaks of a high priest who is to have compassion on the ignorant and those who go astray, because he himself is overcome by the same weaknesses and sins. And immediately, I saw my role as a parent in a totally different perspective, a high priest, if you will, ministering to these little souls—ignorant, often wayward, and easily misled.
I thought of all the moments in a day when I am tempted to become frustrated and react in anger or impatience. Then I thought of all those convicting moments where I could see my own sins in my children’s behavior and speech, like looking into a mirror.
I am prone to the same sins as my children.
It’s humbling. It’s moment-changing. Because as I deal with the ignorance and sins of these little people, I’m confronted with my own iniquity, my own ugliness. And how could I react with more vehemence at their sins than I do at my own?
Compassion, not impatience. Compassion, not frustration. Compassion, not “righteous indignation,” for the wrath of Mom does not accomplish the righteousness of God.
It is the hand of compassion that restores a lost sheep to the fold. And it is the compassion of the Great High Priest that restores my soul for this journey home.