Mercy of God – Br. Curtis Almquist

Psalm 119:129-136
Matthew 13:31-33, 44-49a

Fyodor Dostoevsky tells the story of how in 1852, when he was incarcerated as a political prisoner in Siberia, he was so disgusted by the drunkenness and violence of his fellow prisoners that he climbed onto his bunk and turned his back upon the chaos in the barracks room. For a long time he nursed his loathing of the other prisoners until there suddenly arose within him the memory of an incident which he had completely forgotten from twenty years past.

As a child of nine he had one day been wandering alone across an open field on his family’s estate when he thought he heard a wolf approaching. In his terror he ran toward the lonely figure of Marei, the serf who was ploughing the field. Marei quickly comforted the boy, stroking him on the cheek and murmuring, “Don’t be frightened, my dear. Christ be with thee. Cross thyself.” “But I did not cross myself,” writes Dostoevsky. “The corners of my lips quivered; and, I believe, that was what impressed him most. Slowly he stretched out his thick thumb, with the black nail soiled with earth, and gently touched my trembling lips… and he looked at me with a long motherly smile….”

And now, twenty years later, it was Marei’s soil-blackened thumb that Dostoevsky particularly remembered. “…and if I had been his own son he could not have bestowed upon me a glance full of a more serene love. And yet, who had prompted him? He was a peasant serf, while I was a nobleman’s son. No one would find out how he had caressed me and no one would reward him. The meeting was a solitary one, in an open field; and only God, maybe, perceived from above what a profound and enlightened human feeling, what delicate, almost womanly tenderness may fill the heart of some ignorant Russian peasant serf. And when I climbed down off my bunk and gazed around I felt I could behold these unfortunate [imprisoned] men with a wholly different outlook, for suddenly, by some miracle, all the hatred and anger had completely vanished from my heart.”i

Dostoevsky here is speaking about mercy, often also translated in the scriptures as compassion. This word compassion is the plural of a noun that in its singular form means womb: a woman feels compassion for the child of her own womb; many-a-person feels compassion for another whose story is, in some way, their own. “I under­stand where you’re coming from,” we sometimes say. So, too, the derivation of the English word compassion suggests the same: passion from the Latin patī, meaning “to suffer,” and the prefix com- meaning “with.” Com­passion means suffering with and suffering for another. Suffering in a visceral way, in the gut, not just in the head. In the King James Version of the Bible, the word compassion is translated with that sweet phrase, “…for thy tender mercies sake.” We hear this tenderness in Jesus’ voice when he tells his disciples, on their way to Galilee , “Be compassionate, as your Father in heaven is compassionate.”ii

The word compassion appears frequently in the psalter. For example in Psalm 51 we hear an earnest plea seeking God’s pity and forgiveness:

Have mercy on me, O God, according to your loving kindness;

in your great compassion, blot out my offenses.

Wash me through and through from my wickedness

and cleanse me from my sin.

Likewise, we hear in the psalm appointed for today, Psalm 119:

Turn to me in mercy,

as you always do to those who love your Name.

Here in this monastery we follow the monastic practice of beginning our “Offices” (those times during the day when we gather together here in the chapel to pray) with a cry for help. This plea for God’s assistance is something that has been sung by monks down through the centuries, a phrase from Psalm 70: “O God make speed to save us; O Lord, make haste to help us.” This is a bid for God’s compassion for us, God’s suffering with us and for us… not unlike how a parent will suffer for and with a child, a spouse or partner or friend, for their beloved. The image the psalmist gives us here is not hardly one of God’s toleration or endurance or disdain of us. Rather, it’s an image of God’s tender-hearted, long-suffering love for us. God’s mercy for us. It’s as if to say God knows what it’s like to be under our skin, the very thing we see and hear in Jesus.iii “When he saw the crowds he had compassion on them, because they were like sheep without a shepherd.”iv

So I have a question for you. Where does the sense of compassion figure into the vocab­ulary of your own soul? Where does the sense of mercy inform your relationship with God, and your rela­tionship with yourself, and your relationship with others with whom you live and work and otherwise relate? If you know something about suffering, suffering in your own heart, and if you know something about judgmentalism – about your having a critical spirit toward some person or some kinds of persons – then you have almost all the grace of compassion. Because compassion, at its core, is about suffering, suffering with another, com-passio, and that comes out of the conversion of our judgmentalism. Compas­sion does not deny our clear perception of another person – our “take” on them, our being able to “size them up,” our being able to “see through” their gimmicks and games and posturing – but rather to see all this through new eyes. There’s this wonderful phrase in the Letter to the Ephe­sians, a prayer that “the eyes of your heart be enlightened.”v You may come to see that, in actuality, you are very similar to this other person, and this person, instead of being your enemy is actually your ally, your companion, perhaps even your teacher. If you find yourself suffering because of someone, and if you find yourself quite judgmental because of them, you have almost all the grace of compassion. So much of what is irritating in life are people inarticulately, desperately asking for help.

I was at a social gathering not long ago, a proper-type gathering for proper-type adults… except for one child who was also there, a little boy. And he was a terrorizing two-year-old, racing around, picking up food, dropping food, food on face, food on draperies, running, whining. The child needed a spanking, obviously, and how the mother could be so oblivious to all this was beyond me. I was now finding her more irritating than the child. She just stood there, calmly talking to me. And then she excused herself, turned toward her son who was across the room, called for him to comet to her… which he did with the disdain that only a two-year old can express on his face and body, and his mother bent down, picked him up, cuddled him, stroked his cheeks and hair, kissed him on the forehead, and then said to me that she felt so badly having dragged her son to this party. He missed his lunch. He missed his nap. He missed his father, who was traveling overseas. And it was immediately obvious to me, as it had been all along to this mother, that the child needed to be cuddled and taken home to his bed, not to be spanked. Rainer Maria Rilke writes, “Everything terrifying is, in its deepest being, something helpless that wants our help.”vi A person who, in your judgment, is irritating, disdaining, unacceptable, frightening, is probably a person who needs help, perhaps is crying for help. If you know enough to be irritated by them, you likely also know enough to help them, certainly not to hurt them more. Draw from the grace of your own memory about rescuing, saving them, through the gift of compassion.

I would say that compassion, the gift of mercy, springs from the heart of God. It’s some of what if means to be created in the image of God. If there is a difficult relationship in your life where you know real and off-putting pain or irritation in some form, then you probably almost already know compassion for this person, because whoever this is is already under your skin and you are likely already acquainted with their suffering. You’re probably very close to compassionate already. And for some of you, the prayer for compassion might need to begin with yourself. If the truth be known, you are your own worst enemy and the problem is that you’re prone to love others like you love yourself. Perhaps your prayer begins with yourself, to find a heart of merci­ful acceptance for yourself. There’s this wonderful parable of Jesus which we hear in today’s gospel lesson: “The kingdom of heaven is like a merchant in search of fine pearls; on finding one pearl of great value, he went and sold all he had and bought it.”vii What is the pearl? Or rather, who is the pearl? You are. You are the pearl. Now do you know where pearls come from? From the most unsuspecting of places; from a grain of sand, a wounding contusion within the shell of a mollusk, the most unseemly of creatures, found in the darkness on the bottom of the sea.viii A pearl is formed out of that wound. You, if left alone on a bad day or in a bad way, may see yourself as quite a lowly creature and a gaping wound. In God’s eyes, you are an absolute gem, of inestimable and eternal value, a pearl of great price.

It seems to me that the wellspring of compassion flows from the heart of God, encircles us all, and flows back to God: the movement of life. I would call compassion, this gift of mercy, a “life skill” learnable on our knees: to see ourselves as God sees us, which will inform how we see everyone else. In a time so full of hurt and hate, the grace of compassion can make a world of difference. May you know God’s tender loving mercy for yourself, and may you have the grace to practice it with great generosity.

i Fyodor Dostoevsky (1821-1881), quoted by Donald Nicholl in The Testing of Hearts; A Pilgrim’s Journal ( London: Lamp Press), 1989, pp. 22-23.

ii Luke 6:36.

iii F. D. Maurice (1805-1872)writes, “There must have been a Calvary in the heart of God before it was planted on the hill of Golgotha.”

iv Matthew 9:35-36.

v Ephesians 1:18.

vi Rainer Maria Rilke (1875-1926), quoted by Margaret Miles in “Pilgrimage as Metaphor in a Nuclear Age,” Theology Today 45:2 (December 1988), p. 174.

vii Matthew 13:45-46.

viii The shell-secreting cells of the mollusk are located in the mantle of its body. When a foreign particle penetrates the mantle, the cells attach to the particle and build up more or less concentric layers of pearl around it. – Encyclo­pædia Britannica.

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  1. Faith Turner on November 20, 2017 at 15:38

    I needed to hear this today. I judge other people for many things I do myself I will be aware of this during Advent. I will pray for forgiveness each night because I will nail down this lack of compassion. I will not feel better because I have judged someone, but will feel better because I have recognized the lack of compassion. I will pray at the moment I am passing judgement on another and see them as another Child of God.

  2. Carol Rae (Dikmak) Bradford on November 20, 2017 at 12:16

    Yes, Brother, we all need to hear this each morning. Some times it is very difficult to drop resentment when cruelty from family icomes suddenly. Relatives attacked, even my own Dad, all of whom had been very kind during childhood.

  3. Anders on November 20, 2017 at 12:13

    Like old friends, I enjoy rediscovering your sermons and listening where they find me. As I heal, my gift of compassion becomes stronger and more called upon. Sometimes I struggle with feeling more pain of the world, only to remember that it’s only mine to be present to and let go of, as is joy. Right now I feel disillusioned with the church and my prospects in forming intimate relationships. I see power posturing where I seek comfort and want to turn my back on it all as not worth the effort. Then, in return, I’ll feel this wonderful compassion from a grocery store clerk or merciful bounties in dancing shadows on a city sidewalk which encourage me to continue to believe.

    So where is the world too much with us? In church? And where is the sanctuary of mercy and compassion? At Aldi? The world gets turned upside down and affirms that yes, I am the pearl formed from the wound of a grain of sand, lots of grains. I can see more clearly now and am all the more confused for it. Rather than understanding, I’ll continue to be driven in compassion and gratitude, one step at a time, in hopes of not succumbing to complacency, cynicism or disdain.

  4. CHRISTINA MCKERROW on November 20, 2017 at 09:44

    This morning’s sermon arrived at just the right time. I struggle with a friend who I know is in need but is so very frustrating. She never stops talking. The other day I was driving her home and her perpetual driving instructions were irritating me until at one point I exploded. She was quiet for a couple of minutes and then continued the rant: all her one-liners are repetitions of previous comments. I know she is in need but when I came home, I realised that I could not drive her anywhere again. // Apart from the talking, I know the kind things she does for others. Father forgive. Christina

  5. Patty Duffy on November 20, 2017 at 07:46

    The interesting thing about coming across this reading this morning for me is that about an hour ago I realized I had lost a pearl setting in a beloved set of earrings that were my grandmothers, and I just now found it! What a wonderful metaphor that I will take with me through this day!

  6. David Cranmer on November 11, 2016 at 22:10

    I pray daily for remembering to show compassion to people. Thank you for the Dostoevsky vignette and the vignette about the 2-year-old. The latter reminds me of how easily I fall into judgementalism and forget to think of what else might be going on. Thank you.

  7. Margaret Dungan on November 8, 2016 at 15:53

    It surely can not be an accident that these words were repeated today when so many people around the world
    are focused on the so bitter election in the States.It is surely a pause button for all of us as we wait and watch
    and join the Brothers in prayer.


  8. Michael on November 8, 2016 at 09:41

    Compassion for the broken people we are sits at the center of who we are and who we are trying to become. With gentle reminders and practice we all can make progress

  9. Christina on November 8, 2016 at 08:50

    Quite recently I was pondering Compassion. I wondered if some people are just born with a compassionate heart. My mother-in-law was considered by some of her family to be a bit of a rough diamond. As I grew older myself, I came to see what a compassionate woman she was who had suffered greatly. As a young uneducated girl she became a nurse in a hospital for Downs syndrome hydro-cephalic children*, and others who were badly afflicted. She loved those little ones – it was something that I felt I could never have done. Sometimes, in her late seventies she still cared for a little boy. // She taught me, by example, a great deal about raising my children as, like Curtis’ initial reaction to the little child ,I grew up In a ‘spare the rod and spoil the child’ atmosphere.// However, I now see that we can become compassionate: Norah and others along the way have helped me to see my fellow/woman being with a less judgmental eye. Christina
    *This was in the early twentieth century in London, England.*

  10. Greg Schaffner on October 1, 2015 at 07:24

    I needed this sermon! I was going to say I needed it this morning, but I realize I need it most mornings. The idea that compassion is a life skill that can be learned on our knees rings so true. You need to practice it over and over and over again because life throws people and situations at you continually, many of which require “skillful” use of compassion. I am taking this thought into my meditations and hopefully into my ongoing life in the Spirit. Thank so so very much.

  11. John Gishe on September 30, 2015 at 19:34

    So much wisdom in your sermon!! I was especially touched by this: “and if you know something about judgmentalism – about your having a critical spirit toward some person or some kinds of persons – then you have almost all the grace of compassion. Because compassion, at its core, is about suffering, suffering with another, com-passio, and that comes out of the conversion of our judgmentalism.”

  12. Mary Ann on September 30, 2015 at 10:19

    Thank you for again turning my thoughts and feeling about so that I can see how another may be feeling.

  13. Linda on September 30, 2015 at 08:51

    Once again, Brother Curtis, God has answered my prayer through your inspired offering . I am filled with gratitude and awe as I reflect on this message. Thank you!

  14. Katherine Tallmadge on September 30, 2015 at 05:35

    Thank you for your intellectual, yet inspiring essay this morning.

  15. Jerry LaMartina on September 17, 2014 at 12:51

    Brother Curtis,

    Thank you for this. It speaks to me, directly to a rift I have with a friend — and estrangement from several others. Compassion is the most powerful force for human beings, I’m convinced. It’s stronger even than fear.

  16. John McCann on September 17, 2014 at 09:46

    These are exactly the words I needed to hear today!

  17. Anders on September 17, 2014 at 09:34

    Thank you. I apply your words to my last week: a bipolar ex in an abusive relationship, two emotionally (not physically) wounded young sons, state child protection authorities and school professionals intervening on my sons´ behalf. Where does compassion fit into this? You have helped me reframe this issue to question which is greater: God´s mercy or the fruits of chaos and craziness? I don´t know, so I too raise my dirty hands to offer compassion and boundaries to my sons and see the whole world is seeking and often offering the same thing. I reach out and receive help as well because I can´t do it alone. A string of pearls someday perhaps, but for now it´s sharp grit and I´m raw, grateful for community and the compassion of others. I cannot offer compassion in generosity, only in mystery. God alone is enough, for God is not alone and is compassion.

  18. Pam on September 17, 2014 at 08:56

    And that is one of the blessings of suffering, that we can have compassion for others instead of judging them. God seems to have this amazing ability to ensure that “all things work for good” if we’re open to the Holy Spirit, i.e., “for those who know and love the Lord.”

  19. Leslie on September 17, 2014 at 08:11

    “If I find myself judgmental, I almost have the grace of compassion.” What a liberating concept! Thank you.

  20. Pam on September 17, 2014 at 04:27

    There is much to consider in your words – grace of compassion. That such miracles could happen in the human heart and in mine , O what a difference it would make to the world. Do we dare believe and I know all you brothers will say yes Thank you 🙂

  21. Joan Cleary on October 8, 2011 at 10:37

    Thank you, Brother James, for your insightful, inspiring and healing reflection on compassion.

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