The other day as I was leaving my neighborhood to pick up my 14 year old son from school, up ahead I saw a family walking down the street. I live out in the country and it’s not very often you see people walking down the road, especially a family. “Where are they going?” I thought to myself. “Surely, they’re not walking all the way into town.” I noticed the man was carrying a small plastic bag in his hand. As I turned the corner, my eyes met with the little girl’s. I’ll never forget that look. I kept driving, so I wouldn’t be late to get my son. Yet a small, gentle voice inside said, “Turn around…” I obeyed.
It slowly began to rain, as the family continued walking, while other cars just passed them by. I pulled up and asked them where they were going and if they needed a ride. They said their car broke down a year ago, and they walk into town when they had to. The man informed me that it usually takes them 3 hours to do so. He said they needed to go to the game store and then planned to get something to eat. They readily jumped in my car and after talking to them it dawned on me, the plastic bag carried games they were trading in to have money to eat on. It quickly began pouring rain and we were all thankful they were no longer walking.
I dropped them off at the game store and said, “Let me pick up my son, and I’ll be right back and treat you to dinner, if that’s okay?”
They said, “Are you sure?”
“Of course, I’m sure. I’ll be right back.”
I returned with my son and purchased their food and drove them back to their home. As they got out, I slipped some extra money in the woman’s hand. She smiled and thanked me.
I gave the woman my number, and told her if she’s ever in a bind and needs a ride to call me. So, a little while later I received a text from her thanking me again for my kindness to her and her family. I let her know that God loved her and hadn’t forgotten about her.
I don’t know if I’ll ever see or hear from her again, but I know that it felt good to share the love of Jesus with someone in need. I’m certainly not patting myself on the back (or writing this for you to pat me either), I’m just grateful that I was sensitive to that “small, gentle voice,” that I recognize and know as the Holy Spirit.
I write all of this to say, how often do we pass by others and never notice they may be in need? How many children may be going to bed hungry in our very own neighborhoods and we have no idea? How many people need an encouraging word, instead of being ignored? What would just a smile do for a hurting person? Aren’t we to be the hands and feet of Jesus? It’s one thing to tell someone, “Jesus loves you,” but it speaks volumes when we SHOW that Jesus loves.
As Christians we are to represent Christ, to be an extension of Him. That’s what it’s all about sharing love and doing good to others. Let’s not get so busy and caught up in our own little worlds, that we don’t take the time to look beyond and see hurting people.
“I was hungry and you fed me,
I was thirsty and you gave me a drink,
I was homeless and you gave me a room,
I was shivering and you gave me clothes,
I was sick and you stopped to visit,
I was in prison and you came to me.”
Matthew 25:35-36 (MSG)