Perhaps…

For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink… ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? … ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’ (Matthew 25:36-40 NIV)

The sweet little squirrel and finches seem to appreciate my husband’s willingness to traipse through our back yard’s deep snow in order to give them something to eat!

     The skinny, clean-shaven young man leaned on a post outside the Mexican restaurant where I was about to enjoy lunch with friends.

     “Could you buy me lunch?” the young man inquired. My friends looked ahead, entering the restaurant. An interior voice urged me to pause and say, “Sure! I’ll buy your lunch.”

     The stranger and I entered the restaurant. I told the employee up front I was buying. The young man studied the menu, settling on the Super Burrito and large iced water.

     While he waited for his burrito and I the bill, we chatted.

     “I’m Sue. What’s your name?”

     “Ron.” His reply was friendly.

     “Oh, that’s my husband’s name, and today’s Ron’s birthday! Are you from around here?”

     Like any new acquaintances, stories unfolded.

     He was from California. He’d moved to the area because of a love relationship, now gone bad. He was temporarily homeless, living in his car, waiting for his first paycheck from the job he’d recently started at McDonalds.

     His order arrived.

     I paid his bill.

     He thanked me, said “God bless” and asked me to tell my husband, “Happy Birthday.”

     The young man left. I joined my friends, anxious to munch on chips and salsa.

     I’ve thought a lot about this brief interaction with a person who claimed he’d come upon hard times.

     Was he simply a professional panhandler with a well-rehearsed script?

          Perhaps.

     Did he boast about his encounter with the ‘gullible old lady’ to his buddies later?

          Perhaps.

     Or, was he an angel, and had God given me the opportunity to show heavenly hospitality?[1]

          Perhaps.

     Someday, will Jesus say to me, “I was hungry and you bought me a super burrito?”

          Perhaps. The thought sends chills up my spine.

     On the road to whatever mission God is calling me, I want to say, “yes” to interior prompts urging me to act generously and kindly.

     Perhaps I’ll be duped or ridiculed.

     Or, perhaps I’ll entertain an angel.

     Best of all, I know I’ll be serving Jesus!

Prayer:

Generous God,

Knowing when to say “yes” can be tricky. Help me as I learn to listen with a discerning spirit to your voice. Develop within me a heart willing to say, “yes” quickly and without reluctance. Thank you for the blessing of serving you when I serve others.

          Amen

Consider & Imagine:

  • Consider a time when you felt obedient about saying “yes” to an interior nudge. Now, think of a time when you felt deceived or mocked by a deed you intended for good?
  • Imagine a heavenly discussion about these two scenarios. What do you think God might tell you?

    Sue Reeve

  1. See Hebrews 13:2

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