I met a man named Allan and his dog Ruby today. He is a disabled veteran and he is hungry. I caught a glimpse of him when I pulled into the grocery store parking lot. Truthfully, I saw his sign first, it looked a lot like this one.
I heard about a sign like this a long time ago, when I was growing up. It belonged to my Stepfather. I don't know that I'll ever understand how he could've used the sign for money at Christmas time when he had benefits. But I know there are things I don't know. And I know that God uses ALL things together for good. Maybe the one who truly received the blessing then, was the one who gave it.
So when I came out of the grocery store, I walked hand in hand with my 10 year old son to meet this man. We came with a loaf of bread, bologna, chips and bottled water. I asked his name, he is more than his sign, and my son said, "we will pray for you." Today I had the privilege to see my son store up treasure in heaven. And if anyone gives even a cup of cold water to one of these because he is my disciple, I tell you the truth he will certainly not lose his reward. (Matthew 10:42)
And yet I still left hurting. This man served our country and he is hungry. I left wishing I could have given him more, when I don't have more to give. He gave of himself for strangers and whether the need is true or untrue, he is asking us strangers to return the favor. I can't look away. I don't think I want that ache to disappear.
Lord Give Me Your Eyes,