If while trekking along the rocky path of survival, my vision narrows with the slow loss of peripheral vision until the ultimate consequence of tunnel vision, is being strong good. While concentrating on staying the path, I have lost sight of the crowds surrounding me -on the same path for a multitude of reasons---all trying to be strong and survive.
It sadly would become much like a hike to the top of the mountain where I had my eyes always down--just trying to reach the mountain peak---and missing the glory of the trek. As with much in life, the beauty is often in the journey, not in obtaining the ultimate destination.
I can become so consumed with surviving the difficult, that I fail to look around and see others who have suffered far greater pain and trails. As our hearts physically harden with insufficient blood supply, they become lifeless without compassion for our fellow sojourners.
If I walk by a homeless stranger without a glance, unwilling to help without explanation of why he is there, my heart will harden.
If I leave it to the teachers to help every struggling child, for after all--they are being paid for this, my heart will harden.
If I turn the other way, when I see a tear falling, for someone is better equipped than me to help, my heart will harden.
If I ignore the stranger in the crowd and assume another will walk their way, my heart will harden.
If I fail to pray for those with great loss, those with illness, those with financial distress, those with family strife, those who are alone, those who can't get along, those who are lost, my heart will harden.
If walking by and ignoring the obvious I become strong, then, Lord, I pray for weakness.