A couple of years ago, the mens' group at our church held a picnic breakfast at a local park. There were probably 30 or so of us there, including our senior pastor. We were eating on old, uneven picnic tables which are sitting on stop of a rough stone floor beneath a large pavilion. The inevitable happened. Something which we have all seen before, whether it was Aunt Maebelle at a family gathering or on one of those "cruel humor" home video shows. Someone sat down at one of the picnic tables, causing the entire table to tip over from its unsteady base on the rough stone floor. Two men fell over on their backsides, followed by several plates of food on top of them.
All 30 or so of us sat there in shock, disbelief, and horror. It was taking time for what had just happened to register with all of us. Presumably, once it registered, we would have an appropriate response.
Immediately, though -- in fact, almost instantaneously with the table tipping, our senior pastor sprang into action. Coming from several feet away, he was immediately behind the fallen men, helping them up -- while the rest of us were still processing what had happened. It was unbelievable.
I believe that it was indeed God's heart at work. Our senior pastor is undoubtedly more graceful and athletically inclined than I am. But, still, his reflexes and actions that morning were abolutely cat-like. He saw someone in need and he was immediately there, showing compassion and God's love. The rest of us were still processing.
I pray that I can embody supernatural love and compassion even one tenth what I saw that morning.