I wish I could see things and feel things like He would.
How He had passion when He saw the homeless, broken people. He didn’t necessarily feel sorry for them, but He had passion. But for me, I feel like my passion derives because I know that I don’t go through the hardships that those people go through - so I feel the need to help them.. because, what? I feel bad for them?
My sympathy and empathy do not collaborate.