It’s 10:00 at night her time. Just finishing my lunch, I wonder if she’s safely asleep or if she’s still working. Time zones away from each other, we are worlds apart. I don’t even know her name. Probably, neither do the men who seek her out. She’s just a little girl—used again and again for the price of shelter and food.

Each day new faces enter the sex trade; many have yet to reach puberty. We pause when we see their plight on commercials or YouTube. Moved for a moment, the feeling leaves with the fading image.

We stay busy, so we won’t see, so we won’t feel. Helplessness breeds inaction. Sadly, we fail to realize that being a people of compassion begins with feeling (Luke 10:36-37).

Each day, the rich man ate his fill in the comfort of his home while Lazarus withered outside his gate. Unwilling to be inconvenienced by Lazarus’ pain, the man lived unconcerned. Not until the rich man experienced suffering did he finally see Lazarus. The problem for the rich man was not that he didn’t have the opportunity. The problem was his vision and his heart.

Perpetually self-centered, Jesus’ disciples responded to the needs of others much like we do. Faced with feeding the multitude, they asked, “How are we supposed to find enough food to feed them out here in the wilderness?” (Mark 8:4). Jesus teaches us, however, that the how comes when we’re filled with compassion (vv.2-3).

Real compassion, which is not comfortable or convenient, means acting from a place of shared suffering and requires seeing beyond our own needs.

No plane ticket is needed to make a difference. Our culture of self-gratification is fertile ground for injustice. Jesus asks us to begin with those in front of us. Look for the one in need sitting at your “gate.”