I had the privilege of taking the Strengths Finder when we were church planters in France. I remember three of my strengths today:
1. Achiever (Oh how this makes sense! Those of you who have read my blog any length of time know I tend to equate my worth with what I produce. I’m learning to let go of that, but the DNA of achievement is still woven through me.)
2. Communicator. (Yep, this makes sense. I’m almost a hyper-communicator, written and spoken.)
3. Empathy. (I actually think this one was #2, something that surprised the person who administered the test. “You don’t see a lot of achieving empathizers,” he said.)
Empathy is where I get in trouble. While I love that God has made me empathetic, it does have its negatives.
Positive: I can meet someone and almost always assess their emotional state.
Negative: If someone is distraught, it’s hard for me to get beyond that. I tend to take in their pain, feel it, and then never let go.
Positive: I listen well and help people feel understood.
Negative: I can’t get a person’s sad story out of my head. It replays. It affects my mood. (This is why I could not be a counselor.)
Positive: I can see potential problems and discern people’s hearts in a few meetings.
Negative: This can make me overly cautious around people, or I can enmesh myself. (This is why I learned I couldn’t be on a church board, the kind where you know all the dirt about people. I can’t separate that dirt from day to day living. If my hubby became a pastor again, I’d have to ask him not to tell me about all the stuff.)
Here’s the odd part of empathy for me. Although it endears me to folks, and folks to me, it can be isolating. And it can break my heart. Proverbs 4:23 says: “Above all else, guard your heart, for it is the wellspring of life.”
When I receive people’s family secrets for this blog, I cringe. For the moment, I am with the person, feeling the pain, dying inside, wishing and praying for healing. It’s hard for me to shrug the pain off. Yesterday when I was a guest on Moody Midday Connection, we received three calls, all very, very hard to hear. Tales of abuse. Unmentionable pain. Broken lives. In the aftermath of the interview, I received several emails of folks sharing their broken hearts, their fractured stories. I couldn’t shake the sadness. I kept it to myself. And I felt alone, carrying a burden way too heavy.
I need to guard my empathetic heart. (And please hear me when I say I’m not 100% empathetic. I fail in this area also). I need to throw my burdens at Jesus’ feet. And I need to learn how to cast others’ burdens there as well. Only then will my load lighten.
But even as I type this, I wonder. How must Jesus feel. He possesses the most empathy on earth and heaven. Hebrews 4:15 says, “This High Priest of ours understands our weaknesses, for he faced all of the same testings we do, yet he did not sin.” He understands. He shoulders. He knows. He’s been here. What must it be like to be Jesus? He knows EVERY painful story of every single human being. Even the secret stories. And He graciously bears them all.
My own inability to bear the weight just makes me love Him more.