He got into one of the boats, which was Simon’s, and asked him to put out a little from the land. And He sat down and taught the multitudes from the boat.” Luke 5:3
I don’t always understand the words spoken at Polish Mass. The rhythm of the language washes over me like water – familiar in sound, foreign in meaning and yet something still arrives. Something settles in the heart that doesn’t need a perfect translation.
This past Sunday, I sat with my notebook open and caught what I could. One phrase came through clearly enough to write down: Jezus uczynił wszystko z litości. Jesus did everything out of compassion.
The priest was speaking about Luke 5, the scene at the Lake of Gennesaret where the crowd pressed so close that Jesus stepped into Simon’s boat and pushed out from shore. He sat down – teachers sat in those days when they were about to say something important and He taught the people from the water.
Out of compassion.
I find myself turning that phrase over slowly, the way you might turn a stone in your palm. Not Jesus taught because it was His duty. Not Jesus taught because the crowd demanded it. But because something moved in Him when He looked out at those people gathered at the water’s edge, hungry and leaning in. Compassion isn’t a policy. It isn’t a method. It’s a movement of the heart.
And here is what strikes me: He didn’t wait for a more suitable moment. There was no pulpit, no prepared room, no ideal setting. There was a borrowed boat, a tired fisherman, and a crowd that needed something He had to give. So He used what was available. He taught from where He was.
I wonder sometimes if we wait too long for the right conditions before we offer what we have. Before we speak what we know to be true, before we reach toward someone, before we let my faith do something visible in the world. I tell myself the moment isn’t quite right and we need to be more prepared.
But compassion doesn’t wait for the right conditions. Compassion sees the crowd and gets in the boat.
I couldn’t follow every word of that homily. But somehow, in the gap between languages, this is what I heard: Jesus did everything out of compassion. Even this, the teaching, the reaching. All of it was moved by love, not obligation.
Maybe that’s the quietest and most revolutionary thing about Him.
Lord, move me the way You moved. Not out of duty or performance, but out of something genuine and tender. When I see someone leaning in – hungry, waiting, hoping – let compassion be what gets me in the boat. Amen.
Have you ever received something meaningful in an unexpected setting – a place or a moment where you didn’t expect to hear from God? I’d love to hear about it in the comments.
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