The Sin of Empathy?

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Following more than fifty years of Christian ministry, I heard this phrase for the first time only a day or two ago. As a somewhat amateur confessor long familiar with the seven popular labels for sin (plus some extras), I was intrigued to see how or where empathy might fit in terms of the original meaning of sin, i.e. “missing the mark.”

After all, every virtue has its corresponding vice.

It seems to have emerged from objections to Bishop Mariann Budde’s recent plea for mercy for those who are vulnerable to the proposed execution of the 47th President’s Executive Orders.

One needs to sift through the backlash to the Bishop’s request, dividing those protests that cannot abide any implied criticism of a freshly minted president from those that genuinely object to empathy as a worthwhile virtue.

My brief research reveals the following points and counterpoints about empathy being considered sinful:

The term “sin of empathy” doesn’t have a well-documented origin or a specific date when it was first coined. However, the idea gained attention in recent years, particularly in discussions among some Christian communities. For example, Joe Rigney, president of Bethlehem College and Seminary, discussed this idea in 2019, drawing on C.S. Lewis’s “The Screwtape Letters” to argue that empathy can be seen as sinful because it involves sharing in another person’s suffering rather than helping them from a position of strength.

It’s a relatively modern term used in theological and philosophical debates rather than an ancient concept.

Empathy vs. Justice: Empathy can be seen as a weakness or manipulation when it conflicts with strict justice. Some believe too much empathy undermines justice and truth. This is similar to how the religious leaders accused Jesus of breaking Sabbath laws by showing compassion. True justice is not just about enforcing laws, but understanding the circumstances and experiences of individuals. Empathy allows us to see beyond the surface and consider the context of actions, leading to more compassionate and fair judgments.

Gender Dynamics: Empathy is sometimes labeled as too feministic, seen as soft and nurturing, in contrast to the masculine trait of enforcing justice. Labeling empathy as overly feministic and contrasting it with a masculine concept of justice is misguided. Mercy and justice are not confined to gender roles. Throughout history, both men and women have demonstrated empathy and justice. Biblical figures like David and Deborah exemplify that tenderness and strength can coexist, regardless of gender.

Manipulation: Some see empathy as a tool to manipulate decisions through emotions rather than logic. True empathy, however, is genuine and selfless, allowing one to understand another’s experience. There is no room for ego, deceit or ulterior motives. It is only possible through a sound balance of heart and mind.

Historical and Religious Context: The “sin of empathy” idea suggests that showing too much empathy fails to uphold strict religious or moral laws. This ignores the core teachings of many religious traditions. Jesus consistently demonstrated empathy and compassion, even when it conflicted with strict interpretations of the law. This approach emphasizes the spirit of the law, which values love and mercy above rigid adherence to rules.

Balancing Empathy and Justice: Critics argue for a balance between empathy and justice, but this does not make empathy a “sin.” Empathy is a crucial component of a just society. It ensures that justice is tempered with compassion and understanding. A balanced approach recognizes that empathy and justice are not mutually exclusive but work together to create a fair and humane society.

So, is empathy sinful, the Achilles heel of bleeding hearts?

Let’s move beyond “Yeah, Nah!” to a resounding “No!”

Let’s celebrate empathy as a vital aspect of human interaction that enriches our understanding and application of justice. True justice is rooted in compassion, and empathy is a powerful force that drives us to be more understanding, caring, and fair.

Riding the Trains

from Adelaide Yesterday and Today

Up it popped on a nostalgia site
South Australia way back when
Adelaide Station, I recall this sight
From when I was a boy, aged about ten.

Sharing a platform, all agleam
The Overland to Melbourne, great delight
And a Mt Lofty special getting up steam
SAR 522 -mountain engine of might.

As if to answer a young boy’s dream
I rode the Overland one fine spring
And the hills’ excursions with the idea of steam
to Belair picnics; hear the wheels sing.

When I was old enough to extend my range
The Red Hen became my frequent ride
From Albert Park to the beach at Grange
or Adelaide station with its platforms wide.

I remember the concourse with its clock in the centre
And climbing the ramp to busy city streets
And the staircase offering an extra place to enter
Topped by the pie cart with floaters for eats.

All is now changed as years have gone past
The station now houses a casino’s glory
While suburban trains still hold fast
And the platforms tell their story.

An Unfortunate Face

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A recurring memory of my 15-year-old self, hanging out with some nerdy peers at lunch time in the school quadrangle.

Deputy Principal approaches us. “Why are you boys slouching around here when you could be kicking a football on the oval? And, Ryle, what are you smiling at?”

Me: “I’m not smiling, sir!”

Deputy Principal: “You were born with a most unfortunate face then!”

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Since then, I have generally presented an “unfortunate face” to authority that I intuitively perceive to lack authenticity. Clearly my visage rattled the deputy principal, who mistook my anxious “go to” teenage defense mechanism as defiance.

My unfortunate face unbalanced the Boss’s mate poking fun at the eruption of a “lighthouse” pimple on my adolescent forehead. “At least I’m mature enough to have developed to this stage, unlike some,” I retorted. This was unacceptable behaviour from an underling, but it was worth being “counseled” later that day.

An official leaked to us that he had been instructed to “sit on the heads” of the team I was working with. My unfortunate face retorted, “That’s alright, we’ll just put on our sharp pointy hats!”

My church once went to the licensing court to oppose the granting of a liquor license to a nearby servo chain. The servo lawyer objected to our presence as he deemed a church to be concerned only with “more heavenly matters.” Our unfortunate faces presented our church constitution that expected us to address social justice matters.

I was involved in assisting and advocating for misplaced people who had suddenly become vulnerable to Australia’s reversal of refugee resettlement policies. Dumped in the street with nowhere to go they needed help, and we gave it. The Amnesty badge wearing Minister for Immigration declared my unfortunate face “un-Australian.”

These are just a few instances over decades of my unfortunate face disturbing those who gaze upon it. Oddly, others don’t seem to mind it! My unfortunate face is allegedly retired now. It still remains the only face I have to look out at the world from. Unfortunate as it is, it continues to serve me well.

I take comfort from another “unfortunate face,” my lifelong mentor, guide and inspiration to whom my life is devoted, and who “had no stately form or majesty to attract us, no beauty that we should desire Him.” Isaiah 53:2

The fragment in the whole

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“A fragment is part of the whole; the whole contains the fragments.”

During a busy week filled with interruptions to my interruptions, this phrase hit me in the face (yes, another interruption!).

Everything has a place. Everything belongs. We may not understand it now or even strongly disagree with this notion.

If we change our perspective, we begin to see how it all fits together. We begin to see how other pieces, whether seen or still hidden, help complete the picture.

We may not see the final result until we pass into life beyond, and maybe not even then.

It’s reassuring to know that there is a whole, and each of us, despite our difficulties, has a part in it.

Morning Stats

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My Saturday morning walk to buy a questionable newspaper (solely for the TV guide) takes me past four houses, two apartment buildings, a vacant lot, a tavern, a liquor store, a coffee shop, a florist, and a supermarket, before reaching the Ampol servo where I make my purchase, then return.

At 7 a.m the only person I see today is the cheerful vendor. It is a 5-minute, 365 meter journey, repeated on the way back.

The opportunity for contemplation was exhilarating!

My Car’s Got the Giggles

My car’s got the giggles
It’s happy as a lark –
Because it’s got new tires?
Or watched a funny park?

It’s four new tires that make it happy
And an alignment since who knows when –
But what really gives it mirth
Is they are filled with nitrogen! *

“They’ll make the tires last longer,
and to refill is longer apart –
Just bring it in; we’ll top ’em up
For free!” Now ain’t that smart!

* Yes, I know it’s nitrous oxide that is known as laughing gas

(c) Dennis Ryle January 2025

DIY Fact Checking


Yesterday Meta announced that it is quitting fact-checking “in the name of free speech.” Many media outlets and commentators are clutching their pearls at the anticipated flood of misinformation about to be released. How popular platforms’ tepid and halfhearted approach to this enterprise has impressed them so far is beyond me.

The best source of fact-checking is in our own laps.

A Facebook friend outlines a very simple “Do It Yourself” verifying process that has been around long before the internet. It is ultimately more satisfying. In addition, the internet, properly used, provides vast banks of information that make DIY a cinch.

When the next meme, breathless story, or “science” report pops up on your screen, run it through the following process.

Who told me?

How sound is their background and experience generally?

How sound is the author or group? Research further if not known.

What biases condition the source of information?

What is the information trying to achieve?

What is my bias – why does this info attract or repel me?

Information, no matter its source, filtered through this exercise, will find its proper place on the scale of reliability.