Bleed As Much As You Cry

We need men of compassion, not merely empathy.

Empathy is good to have, but it becomes a form of vanity when not fulfilled in the substantive work of compassion.

I may feel the weight of every trouble and pain in this world, and be awakened to the horror of sin and the state of God’s people, and presumptuously condemn my brother for seeming in my eyes to be insensitive to it; and if God is merciful, then perhaps that same brother will have compassion upon my wretched soul, and not utterly abandon me for my insufferable blindness, that perhaps I might see my own error. For in the feelings of empathy we may presume to have great discernment; but by the grounded hand of compassion this vanity is shattered, and true discernment is built through the sharpening of iron.

Longsuffering is the mystery of compassion. I may feel all the sorrow of righteous Job, and sense the injustice against me as Job did against the ill counsel of his friends; yet still, it is the compassion of the Almighty which comes to me and says, “Gird up now thy loins like a man; for I will demand of thee, and answer thou ME.” For although his friends condemned him unjustly, Job then reactively argued to justify himself. It was the Lord’s steep rebuke of this sinful attitude which restored Job to offer a sacrifice on behalf of his friends. Those who vindicate themselves cannot practice compassion.

For what good is it to experience the privilege of feeling the burdens of the Lord, only to cast them heavily upon another without pity? The Lord shares His burdens not for us to sanctimoniously pontificate about them that we may be noticed by heaven for our mere sensitivity in spiritual things, as if that itself were the pinnacle of consecration; but rather for us to soberly act upon it before the Lord, in the discretion of the true compassion of a grown man who seeks no recognition even from his brothers.

Anyone who takes this to be a diminishment of the weight and importance of feeling God’s sense of things, is simply immature in this regard. For this is not a diminishment of that vital intercessory role, but rather an exhortation to properly fulfill it. Neither is this a rail against the existence of spiritual empathy’s emotional expression within us, but rather an exhortation that we hold it in a sound presence of mind: acting upon that which is from God, and beating into submission that which arises from the lusts and pride of life.

Godly compassion is the tangible fulfillment of spiritual empathy through sober action on behalf of another’s wellbeing – especially spiritual wellbeing. Therefore it will give mercy where none would have expected, and exhort where few would have desired or thought necessary. It needs make little sense to anyone except those walking in its obedience. It may appear exeedingly soft to the hardhearted and overly stoic to the emotionally incontinent. Yet it is not simply a middle-ground, but is truly an altogether higher expression of God’s love in the willingly wounded hands of Jesus. The compassion of Christ is inextricably tied to His longsuffering towards we who pierced Him.

“And Jesus, moved with compassion,
put forth His hand…”

Bleed as much as you cry, or stop crying.

Meekness Defined

Again, the Devil taketh Him up into an exceeding high mountain, and sheweth Him all the kingdoms of the world, and the glory of them; and saith unto Him, “All these things will I give Thee, if Thou wilt fall down and worship me.”
Matthew 4:8-9

Blessed are the meek: for they shall inherit the earth.
Matthew 5:5

Meekness is seen in the divine right of Christ’s power & authority being submitted to the fear & honor of God & His Law.

Sincerely, The Devil

The Devil has become fully convinced of the righteousness and validity of his own cause. The father of lies has become the truest believer in his own lies. In his blindness, satan has become of the utmost sincerity in his deception. Therefore, he can infiltrate the body of Christ both through insincere and sincere men alike – who at times may speak even the purest of words, but in the most manipulative spirit, whether wittingly or unwittingly..

Without the Holy Spirit being always allowed to cut us asunder, revealing the unthought thoughts and unintended intentions of the heart; we are hopelessly outmatched by and easily made a mouthpiece of the subtlety of the serpent.

Those who know the Truth as the Person of Jesus have little regard for sincerity and much regard for being true in Christ. For the two are quite distinct, as much as they ought to be intertwined.

Thought – Scripture & Knowing Christ

The scriptures are sufficient to teach us all that pertains to life and Godliness. They are not Life and Godliness incarnate. For that we are given the Lord Himself, the Spirit of the Living God. The written word without the Living Word easily becomes the confirming letter of our self-deception in spiritual vanity and decay. If we suppose that even a basic understanding of true spiritual life can be gleaned from these pages without the Life-Giving Spirit of Christ enlightening and enabling us unto obedience, then we quite literally reduce God to a series of distant words, never tasting the immeasurably wonderful substance of which they truly testify. If Jesus Christ Himself is not our Word of Life, truly present and truly known as friend, then His words of life recorded for us cannot invigorate us with His very Life, and our proclamation of His Lordship over ourselves is an empty one.

“You search the Scriptures, because you think that in them you have eternal life; and these are they which testify about Me. Yet you will not come to Me, that you may have Life.”
John 5:39-40 (WEB)

The Blood Of Reconciliation

When Christian relationships have as their basis any other expectation than the efficacy of the blood of Christ to reconcile us both to God and to one another, we will indeed be torn apart through vanity and evil suspicion.

An experienced one, supposing himself to be great in understanding, may begin to expect great spiritual understanding of another; and a less experienced one, thinking himself to be wise, may yet be quite carnal in some way, expecting his brethren to fawn at his every self-serving whim: and both will be gravely disappointed – the one forgetting that only according to Christ’s blood is he himself being made truly spiritual, and the other not yet seeing the true weight of his calling. Yet in the case of both, it is truly the same deficiency, and only a differing expression of the same carnality, which strays from the faith. In short, they have each neglected, for their own souls’ vain satisfaction, their ongoing participation in the blood of Christ, which alone leaves no man disappointed, and alone disarms the vanity of both, unto a true and grounded reconciliation.

If we are to ever truly help one another in our weaknesses, we might begin by acknowledging the weakness that we all share to some degree: which is a lack of faith in the imminent power of the blood of Christ to make straight our way unto His throne of grace. For of this, there cannot be too much; and by this repentance, much joy of His salvation can be restored in our midst.

Then we might perhaps begin the very first steps of walking as His Body, and eventually be worthy to speak of moving on to maturity.

It is to be hoped.

Thought – True Sanctity

It is not merely the christian’s outward image of apparent piety that draws others into the orbit of Christ. It is rather the gravity of Christ’s likeness permeating his being, and is thus evident without any need for the artificial projections of sanctimony.

Sanctimony is the great enemy of sanctity.

Sanctity is not a thing seen, but is rather a state of transparency revealing the likeness of Christ beneath the surface of a man who testifies not of himself. Now, this transparency of character is not the publishing of one’s every thought, whether good or evil; it is much rather a forgetting of that very tree of knowledge for a meditation – a meditation in every deed – upon the Giver of Life.

For it is the singleness of mind toward Christ, and not the upkeep of a spiritual image, which truly sanctifies. Let men, and even brethren, see whatever they see; but let us see God, and be content. Let us be satisfied not merely with His good words, but even with His likeness, concerning which all words fall short.


To what then shall I compare the people of this generation, and what are they like? They are like children sitting in the marketplace and calling out to one another, who say, ‘We played the flute for you and you did not dance; we sang a lament and you did not weep.’

For John the Baptist has come not eating bread or drinking wine, and you say, ‘He has a demon!’ The Son of Man has come eating and drinking, and you say, ‘Behold, a man who is a glutton and a drunkard, a friend of tax collectors and sinners!’

And wisdom is vindicated by all her children.

Luke 7:31-35 (LEB)


Song Lyrics – “Mirror Of Souls”

These are the excellent lyrics to the song “Mirror Of Souls” by the band Theocracy. They were a particularly great confirmation to me several years ago, and still ring true.

The (beautiful) song can be heard HERE.

With that, I will let the words speak for themselves.


[I: The Hall Of Mirrors]

Listen to the tale I tell, a haunting dream I know so well
When walking home alone one night, my path revealed by candlelight
Ahead I see an open door; with no idea what’s in store
I glance inside the door to see a hall of mirrors beckon me
I take a breath and step inside a tale of love and shattered pride
The door slams shut, I start to run; and it seems my journey has begun…

I run and turn from side to side with fear and panic in my eyes
The vastness overwhelming me: mirrors far as the eye can see
I see myself in every one, I see the things that I have done
A thousand forms of flattery; the fear soon turns to haughtiness in me…

Different mirrors, different shapes, my different strengths accentuate
Each mirror has a name and face, and all reflect me in some way
I look at them to see myself, to judge my life by someone else
The metaphors within replete: the mirrors are the people that I meet

Look at the man you see – in the mirrors
The things you can be – in the mirrors
The glory of me revealed in the mirror’s eye
(The mirror never lies)
The fire in my eyes – in the mirrors
The vanity rise – in the mirrors
The power of pride comes alive in the mirrors

Gazing in the mirrors I behold
All the greatest chapters of my story ever told
In the mirrors the world is turned to gold

At the end of the Hall of Mirrors I behold a golden door
I imagine all the beauty the other side must hold in store
So I quickly reach out my hand
To enter the next room in this promised land
I pull the giant door open wide
To continue my journey, I step inside
But it slams shut behind me, and I’m back outside
The pouring rain welcomes me
Into the arms of the coldest, blackest night

[II. The Stranger In The Storm]

The light of the mirrors has faded away into distant memory
As the rain keeps coming down
My candle extinguished, I struggle to walk a path I cannot see
And the rain keeps coming down

The darkness grows with every step, I could cut it with a knife
As the rain keeps coming down
I can’t see a thing and I’ve never felt so alone in all my life
But the rain keeps coming down…

Caught in the fury of the storm
(The darkness suffocates)
Body and soul weary and worn
(Another twist of fate)
Never been so afraid before
(The ending of this tale?)
Never should have opened the door
(From euphoria to hell)

I question my fate, my end to die in this storm
Maybe this was the plan back from the day I was born
But in the hall of mirrors I had felt so high…
I cannot walk another mile in this flood
So resigned to my fate, I just collapse in the mud
If I cannot go on, I’ll just lay down and die…

Suddenly a light I see, shining in the distance
I make my way toward it with my fading hope reborn
As I draw near, the light is clear though the rain beats its resistance
But I press on and pray this is a shelter from the storm
Advancing now toward the light, I’m quickly moving forward
This hope has given me new strength I thought I’d never know
But I take a step, and fall right back for the ground is gone beneath me
And I behold, illuminated in the light’s warm glow

A dark chasm, a great abyss, a vast expanse of nothingness
A pit that has no bottom as far as the eye can see
It spans the whole horizon, and there is no way across
My lonely heart is shattered and all hope I have is lost

I’m startled to feel a hand on my shoulder
I turn to see a shadowed figure standing in the rain
But somehow I’m not afraid of him, even when he speaks my name
And somehow I can tell that he means me no harm
Just by the peace that I see in his eyes
And even though I’ve never even seen him before
It’s like he’s known me all my life

“Why are you crying?” the stranger asks
As I wipe away the tears
I point toward the great abyss
The source of all my fears

“I must get across and get to that light
For it represents my only hope tonight
But when I saw the chasm, all that hope was lost
I’ve spent so long in the dark and the rain
That the sight of the light made my heart sing again
But the gulf’s so wide, and there’s no way across”

The stranger smiled, and took my hand
He said, “But you are wrong, my friend
You cannot cross the gulf yourself, that’s true”
He led me down toward the edge
And pointed just over the ledge
And said, “Behold, I built a bridge for you”

I cross the bridge toward the light
The stranger saved my life tonight
I turn to try to thank him, but he’s gone
A long way to the other side
I’ll make my way without my guide
No time to waste, for I must carry on

The bright light shines forth from behind
A door beyond description
Blood and scratches mark the door from ages of abuse
I’m confused no more, for above the door
Is a weathered, old inscription
“All who would see reality, enter the Hall of Truth”
And so I do…

[III. The Truth Revealed]

As I step inside, I can see another mirror
A mirror so bright, that my eyes must turn away
A mirror so high, I start to question all the others
And as I stand there in the Hall of Truth, my heart can only say:
“Show me the truth, I don’t know what to believe
For the mirrors all showed something different to me
And my pride has given way to misery
I’ve spent so long in the dark and the rain
That the sight of the light made my heart sing again
And the stranger built a bridge across for me”

“BEHOLD THYSELF” a voice rings out in paralyzing thunder
It echoes all throughout the hall and sends me to my knees
When the voice calls me by my name I’m overcome with fear and wonder
As I slowly start to rise and face the great mirror in front of me
When I open my eyes, I have to close them again
But still the image is burned into my mind…

A face with eyes as black as night
A terrifying sight
The flesh rotting away
In sickness and decay
It’s mangled by disease
I’m unable to breathe
Tell me what manner of creature this could be
‘Cause it’s not me

I run away as fast as my feet will carry me
Back to the door leading out into the night
Even the storm that almost claimed my life was better than this
And so I throw open the door and see a man
(The figure of a man)
The stranger from the storm returns again
(To save me once again?)
I see understanding in his eyes
(He’s seen this all before)
Maybe he can tell me what I saw behind that door

Traveller:
“Tell me what I saw in the mirror, before I ran away
Tell me what I saw in the mirror, that face of sickness and decay
Tell me what I saw in the mirror, that left me terrorized
Who was that I saw in the mirror, with the lifeless, blackened eyes?
Was it a demon from the fiery waves?
Was it the undead from beyond the grave?
Oh the face that I beheld in the mirror left me paralyzed
Won’t you tell me what I saw in the mirror on this night?”

Stranger:
“The light from the Mirror you saw from afar
The Mirror of Souls shows all men as they are
You entered the hall and you asked for the truth
The man that you saw in the Mirror was you”

Traveller:
“No! Don’t show me the truth, ’cause I don’t want to believe
What the Mirror of Souls has revealed unto me
And the face I saw reflected cannot be me
Dying and lost in the arms of decay
I do not recognize the face I’ve seen today
And if you say that’s my face I must disagree”

The meaning of these things I saw:
The mirror is the holy eyes of God

The truth unveiled before me
with these words of the stranger:
“The mirrors you saw in the hall long ago
Were mirrors of lies, not reflecting the soul
When you look unto others to see what they see
You see an illusion, deception, false reality”

I have seen my soul in the mirror
And it has broken me
I have seen myself so much clearer
Than I had ever seen
“Can’t you take away all this sickness
from my soul and set me free?
You can save me… I believe”

And then he said, “Arise, my child.
Your faith has made you reconciled
Now gaze into the Mirror once again”

We walked together through the door
And I looked in the glass once more
But the only one reflected back was Him
Somehow the only one the mirror saw was Him

Gazing in the Mirror of my soul
Staring at the Man who took my place and made me whole
In the Mirror, the Mirror of my soul


Lyrics written by Matt Smith. I do not own any of the above content.