I struggle with my feelings concerning people standing on the street corner with card board signs. I imagine there is a complex story behind the simple words written on a card board sign. I imagine most of the people braving all types of inclement weather are in sincere need of help. I imagine many are not.
I find it interesting that during the months of November and December we are diligent in helping the homeless, feeding the underpriviledged and make it a community wide effort. But what about the rest of the year? How often we drive by in our comfortable vehicles to go home to our comfortable abodes, without a thought of the card board sign people.
At the red light, my eyes focused on a girl on the corner with her dog. She held an almost unreadable cardboard sign about 'trying to survive' Her clothing was tattered. Dirt smudges on her forehead. A theatrical play for sympathy? Maybe.
The light turned green and traffic began to move forward. I watched as the girl wearily sat down on the cold ground. As I drove past her, my quick glance caught a glimpse of a face that registerd discouragement and dejection.
I began the talk with myself. Maybe it is all an act. Maybe. Maybe she is really in need. Maybe. Am I being duped if I turn around and respond to her? Maybe. And then the words of Matthew 25:40 came into my mind 'I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’
I changed direction. As I headed back, I remembered a pair of new black gloves I keep in my glove compartment 'in case' I see someone in need. I remembered a paper back of JOHN I also keep 'in case'. I remembered my unopened Greek yogurt I didn't eat for lunch. I retrieved my January 'Gift of Grace' money from my wallet. I knew my turning around was what the Lord wanted me to do.
The light turned red as I approached the intersection. I rolled down my window. "What's your name?" I asked. "Katy." I held out my little packet. "I have something for you." I'd put the 'Gift of Grace' money right on top of the book. "Katy, please read this little book. And I want you to know that Jesus loves you." Her face lit up. "I know Jesus. If it wasn't for Him I would never get through this." Was she for real? Maybe. Maybe not.
I know that I gave as 'unto the Lord.' And I hope she truly will seek Him. Praying for Katy, whatever her story.
