On the off ramps, in front of Burger King, in front of MacDonalds, every day without fail their signs ask me for help.
I have sometimes wondered if the original beggar leases them out because the spots are always full.
Day after day, over and over again, they create an emotional and spiritual conflict in my soul.
Do I give, do I not?
Do they really need help or are they conning me?
Do I help this one and not the one I’ll pass in ten minutes?
Oh hell, that one has a dog…I can’t let the dog starve.
Little do they know that if they were packing a cat around the same way, I’d load them in the truck and take them home…at least the cat.
What does God want me to do…is this person one of the “works set before me” today?
What you do to the least of these you do to Him, you know…I wouldn’t want to just drive by a hungry Jesus and His hungry dog without a thought.
I’d decided to help this one as soon as I passed her on my way to MacDonald’s…it was unusual to see a woman out here by herself.
She didn’t look like a druggie, she looked like she may have just lost her job in the fabric aisle at Wal-Mart.
Her sign said she was depending on Jesus, so I knew she was honest and doctrinally sound and I’d better chip in for Christ.
I slipped a five dollar bill and a bag of McMuffins out the window…and she took the money and gave back the food.
She was full…but God bless me, anyway.
I was offended until the Lord spoke to my heart.
I had assumed without thinking that the Lord cared more for her than the hippies I’d passed by five minutes before.
I was hoping that the Lord would remember my good deed and reciprocate.
I wasn’t concerned with what she needed, but what I wanted to give.
I didn’t give out of my lack, but from my surplus and I gave as a Pharisee wanting to be commended by God.
I didn’t want to touch a person with the love of Christ, I wanted to get extra credit for good work.
I wasn’t the only one offended.
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