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,
Carolynn
8 comments:
Your heart is so big darlin'! What a great gift you gave to your oldest today. You showed him that true compassion is something that we all have in excess and it is important to share it with others.
Love you!
Wow!!! what a faithful servant and to be teaching your son what that is will always remain with him and this homeless vet you have also shown love and God's grace to.
It's really good to see you back and as I have read all of your last 4 or 5 posts (as I have been out of town for 2 weeks) they have really spoke to me. I to, seem to have to look for a flashlight when it comes to God's word.
Glad to see your daughter is fine and your are seeking a home for your little family and you are seeking through The One that matters most.
I have to admit, I'm usually moved to move away from these people. I once had someone throw a store Gift card back in my face because they wanted money instead.
Now, when ever the cashier asks if I'll donate to ...I say sure.
How brave, thoughtful and generous of you and your son to do that. I'm sure your kindness did not fall on a deaf heart.
I started writing today...
An excellent way to handle a situation like that.
Around here there have been so many stories about people who really are not veterans, etc... but who panhandle during the day and then walk to their fancy sports car, drive to their big house and spend a nice evening in luxury we'll never know that it kinda sours you on helping anyone. It's a shame. I know there are people who really do need the help and they are the ones who are hurt by the scam artists.
Both you and your son sound like wonderful people. You are correct when you say he is more that just the sign, because he is. Once upon a time, he had a life, a history, like the rest of us. I too never look away.
Hugs and Mocha,
Stesha
True or not, the man is begging for food--I can think of nothing more sad :(
I'll say a prayer for him tonight too.
Pan handeling has been outlawed here but I used to pass a vet leaving the grocery store and I always bought him a pastry and a bottled water. Not much but I wanted him to know he was loved. I have not seen him in years--I hope he is OK :(
You rock, lady. Because there are a whole lot of people that would have turned away, figured he should just work. Judged him, not given him the benefit of the doubt...
you gave your son a very special gift. Kudos!
I am always torn in a situation like that. Sometimes I help and sometimes I don't.
I want to help, but I don't want to be taken advantage of either. Then I figured that even if they aren't really veterans and aren't really hungry then it doesn't take away from the opportunity of blessing someone else in Jesus' name.
I try really hard to listen to the Holy Spirit in regard to each situation. Sounds like you do too. It is a great example to your son.
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