Mercy That Costs Something (Proverbs 21:13)
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Proverbs 21:13
Whoever closes his ear to the cry of the poor
will himself call out and not be answered.
You don’t need to be an astute theologian to realize by reading this verse not just that God cares for the poor — but that He listens for their cries. He tunes His ear toward them. Like a parent hearing their child cry in the middle of the night, He doesn’t sleep through it. He rises to meet them. That’s how much He cares.
So the question is: do we?
Do we tune our hearts to hear what God hears? Do we even want to?
Because we follow a lavishly generous God, our lives should overflow with mercy. But if we’re honest, most of the time, we’re not the Samaritan kneeling down in Jesus’ Luke 10 parable. We’re the priest walking by.
We turn away—not because we’re cold-hearted, but because mercy is inconvenient. It interrupts us. It’s messy and costly.
But we need to be reminded that’s precisely the point.
Love bends down. It gets its hands dirty. It trades comfort for compassion. Love costs something. And if our “love” costs nothing, it may not be love at all.
My point is we don’t love others because it’s easy. We love because we were first loved, and that love came at a staggering cost.
Mercy will cost you. And it should. But it’s a price Christians are called to gladly pay, because the One we follow didn’t toss us pocket change. He gave His life.
Now here’s the sobering edge of this proverb. If we close our ears to the cries of the poor, we may one day find our own cries met with silence.
But hear this clearly: this isn’t divine revenge. It’s not karma. It’s something deeper—something relational.
Picture a man walking past someone begging on the sidewalk. He avoids eye contact, quickens his pace, and tells himself, “They’ll just use it for drugs.” He says that in part because he’s also tired. Life is demanding, and mercy in the moment feels like too much.
Fast forward. That same man lies in a hospital bed. He’s desperate. He prays for healing, for comfort, for hope. But heaven feels quiet.
Why?
Not because God is unwilling to listen, but because the man has spent years silencing the cries of others. That one instance was the beginning of many. His heart has grown callous. And now, he can’t hear God either.
Jesus said, “With the measure you use, it will be measured to you” (Matthew 7:2). James reminds us, “Judgment without mercy will be shown to anyone who has not been merciful,” and yet also that “mercy triumphs over judgment” (James 2:13).
This isn’t punishment. It’s the spiritual consequence of a hardened life.
But here’s the hope: even if we’ve ignored a hundred cries, God hasn’t ignored ours. The gospel is that Jesus heard our cry—when we were blind to others, when we were spiritually poor and morally bankrupt. He didn’t walk past. He drew near. He knelt, He served, and He gave His life.
So yes, mercy matters. Not to earn God’s love, but to reflect it. Every act of compassion echoes the cross. Every time we stoop to serve someone in need, we’re not just meeting them—we’re meeting Jesus.
Let’s be people who listen. Who move toward need, not away from it. Who sow mercy now, not because we’re trying to manipulate heaven, but because we’ve already received heaven’s greatest gift.
So: Who is someone in need around you right now? A name, a face, a voice you’ve tuned out? What would it look like to listen again—and to love in a way that costs you something?
Let’s pray.
