Splagchnizomai

The Compassion of Sons

We have turned compassion into a personality trait. A gentle suggestion. A gift certain people carry. But that is not how Jesus walked it. Splagchnizomai is not soft. It is not passive. It is violent mercy. It is guts turning, soul moving, love driven power that demands movement. It is the word used to describe Jesus when He saw, and something in Him broke. Not out of pity, but because of union.

It is not sympathy. It is not, “Wow, that is hard. I will pray.” It is the King of all creation feeling the cry of the crowd in His belly, and because He knew who He was, He knew He had to move.

We think compassion is a feeling. The Bible says it is a force.

Splagchnizomai is identity in action.

You do not move like that unless you are a son. Because compassion without beloved identity becomes codependency. You will burn out. You will get bitter. You will start needing to be needed. But when you know who you are, compassion becomes warfare. It becomes the weapon of the Lamb. It heals lepers. It multiplies loaves. It raises the dead. It sees the broken and does not just offer help, it offers resurrection.

How many people have we walked past because we did not let compassion move us? Because we were too busy pretending meekness is silence? Too caught up in self preservation to be possessed by the guts of God?

That word, splagchnizomai, literally means to be moved in the inward parts. The bowels. The seat of deep emotion. It is not surface level kindness. It is not a ministry brand. It is the reaction of a son who feels what the Father feels.

Jesus never healed because He was obligated. He healed because He saw them. He knew them. Because He was moved with compassion.

Jesus never let the crowd become a blur. He was always interruptible. Always moved. Always deeply present. Not because He was trying to be nice. Because He was operating as the exact representation of the Father, and the Father’s insides turn when His children are harassed and helpless.

That is what sons carry. Not apathy. Not indifference. Not ministry formulas. Sons carry the ache of heaven. The ache that sees the addicted and calls them free. The ache that sees the diseased and commands them whole. The ache that will not let you sleep until you have poured the oil and wine into the wounds of the one bleeding on the side of the road.

You want to walk in power? Do not chase gifting. Let splagchnizomai take over. Let your heart become violent with compassion.

The sons of God do not just prophesy. They weep with those who weep. They feel what the Father feels. And when they move, the kingdom moves with them.

So I am asking you, when is the last time you were moved?

Not stirred emotionally. Moved. When is the last time your gut screamed do something, because heaven was rumbling in your spirit?

That is the compassion of Christ. That is splagchnizomai.

And it is not optional. It is a birthright.

Walk like Him. Feel like Him. Move like Him.

Because sons do not just carry power.

They carry the heart of the Father.

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