As a follower of Jesus, I have always thought that there is beauty in brokenness. This semester, I saw brokenness without Jesus. And I think it changed me. Somewhere in the midst of hating my schedule, not really liking my classes, and being ambivalent about my clinical rotations, compassion arrived.
I’m not sure when and I’m not sure how. Maybe it was the look on the face of the single mother when she saw her baby for the first time. Maybe it was the glow on the face of the homeless man who was sober for 15 straight days. Perhaps it was through the tears of anxiety from a mental health patient as I felt powerless to break through the fog that is her life, and comfort her.
Somewhere, in one of those interactions—maybe in all of them, I saw life in its brokenness. And I was changed.
Somewhere, somehow, compassion arrived, and a transformation occurred.
And that is my semester summary.
