This morning I had to make a quick run to the grocery store to kill my craving for chocolate chip cookies. On my ride there I noticed a man on a bench sleeping bundled up in his sweat shirt. Immediatley I thought of the scripture in James 2:15-16 that reads "If a brother or sister be naked, and destitute of daily food,And one of you say unto them, Depart in peace, be ye warmed and filled; notwithstanding ye give them not those things which are needful to the body; what doth it profit?" (KJV)
I couldn't just drive past him in hopes that someone else will have enough compassion to help him.
My heart was pricked by this man laying in a unusual place for his rest. Seeing him, I went in the grocery store got a few donuts and I grabbed a fleece blanket. Got to the check out and I was able to get him the food but I didn't have enough money on my card to get him the blanket. DARN IT!!! I was actually hurt/upset that I couldn't get it. So I drive by him and place the donuts next to his bundled body. I call out to him and point to the donuts. He thanked me as if I just gave him 1 million dollars. I am dissappointed that I wasn't able to get him the fleece blanket, but I will certainly look to do it all over again given the opportunity.
This isn't an astronomical move or act of God you may think to yourself, but to the man who spent a night in the cold, with no food to him it shows God's care. God doesn't just rain food from the sky like on cartoons or movies. God moves on our hearts with compassion for one another so we can make provisions. I encourage you to not pick and choose who you feel deserves the favor of God. I could've said to myself that he was a drunk or an addict. However God doesn't not show respect of persons. He does not bless us according to how good or bad we have been, but because of his grace we can never earn his affection...that is love. If you want to show someone that God loves/cares about them, meet a need for someone ( a stranger, brother/sister, neighbor etc). We are each other's keeper.
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