Who out here can relate? You know that moment where you think you’re gonna bless someone but instead you are the one who ends up being blessed? That was me yesterday.
I was at the Green Hills Kroger and saw a woman selling the Contributor outside in the parking lot. Oddly enough, I found two real dollars in my car (random I know— what is cash) so I walked 25 yds over to her and bought one.
The lady’s name was Sharon and she was an absolute joy! Smiling, pleasant, and kind even while selling newspapers outside in the cold out of complete necessity. I gave her two dollars and she gave me a newspaper. I then proceeded to get back in my warm car (seat warmers on ALWAYS) with my groceries I had just bought (with no worries of paying for).
I’m ready to leave but I cannot. For whatever reason, I didn’t think that was enough and I was led to do more. So I sit there for a minute or two (trying to talk myself out of it) before finally getting out of my car and walking back over to her.
I ask her if she’d eaten lunch and if I could go take her somewhere. (I was also hungry because I hadn’t eaten in four hours and I was “starving”) I verbalized that I understood if she needed to stay here and work.
She indeed needed to stay in this busy area but I asked what I could bring her back. “Well, what would you like?” I asked. To my surprise her face lit up as she said “a Big Mac.”
Fast forward and that’s what I go get her. Never in the history of ever have I been so grateful for a McDonald’s being close.
As I’m standing outside, we have such a sweet conversation in the drizzling rain. She’s talking about God’s faithfulness and goodness and the fact that she knows Him. She goes on to say that she’s always impressed with how He provides all of her needs. . that He sees her and hasn’t forgotten. Mind you, this is all while in the sprinkling rain. . receiving a meal from a stranger. . trying to earn money for her hotel. . all outdoors in the cold.
And in that moment I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what to feel. The realness of her life was made clear—though only in part.
Can you imagine how hard it must be to be in that situation. . the hopelessness that has to be present in that predicament? Because so often we equate God’s love/approval with our circumstance/comfort. But being homeless or having financial troubles to this extent could make it that much harder to see.
I mean, think. My body needs 3 meals a day. I whine and complain about having to physically go to the grocery store. I whine and complain about spending ten dollars (that I always have) to go out to eat. . . . etc etc etc.
For most of us, eating is not a big deal. What’s the hardest part about it? Inconvenience really. Making the food. . picking it up. . waiting “forever” for it to be delivered. It’s definitely not financial. I never think “Man, I hope I have enough money to pay for this?!”
But imagine something as simple as these bodies needing three meals a day, you getting one, and not knowing where the next one is coming from. Or maybe you skip a meal. . or get a partial meal and then miss the next. Based on how we’re wired, the reprieve related to eating would never come.
I can’t imagine the never ending
pressure that would cause.
Now, do I say this to boast? HEEECK no! How!!? I can’t even remember the last time I did something like this <#shameful>. A time where I stopped and inconvenienced myself (if even minimally) to help someone else.
Naturally, this led me to ponder the question of “what is true love?” Sharon reminded me that when we feed someone, not only are we feeding them but we’re feeding Jesus. When we give a drink to someone, not only are we giving them a drink but we’re giving Jesus a drink.
If that is true, the reverse also has merit. When we overlook a need that is in our power to meet, we are also overlooking Jesus.
How does that sit with you (especially if you call yourself a Jesus follower)?
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It is around this season that love seems to increase. But I challenge you (as well as myself) to show love not just in the last two months of the year but at ALL times in All seasons.
When I think of love, it’s very clear that love is shown (ie not just word service). Love is shown through sacrifice. (louder for the people in the back)
LOVE HAS TO HAVE SACRIFICE!!!
So if it doesn’t cost you anything, then I would argue (and the Bible backs me up) that it isn’t truly love. What was the sacrifice for me in this experience? Was it spending ten bucks? No. I have ten dollars many times over. When next week comes, I won’t be missing it.
It was doing something that isn’t necessarily comfortable. . that doesn’t really come easy. . that inconvenienced my time.
I pray that we can have our eyes open to reach those all around us. Not just the lower income or homeless community (though we can/should start there). If we would look, our coworkers, friends, strangers, and favorite barista are all hurting and needing of love and encouragement. And because they’re all made in God’s image they have intrinsic value.
Lets tap into our creativity and be that to each other. Join me??