I love the rain. It is calming and forceful at the same time. Even with the noise of two kids playing, nothing can drown out the sound of the rain.
A few weeks ago, when it was raining, I was sent to the store to buy a cup of coffee. Outside of the store, there was a man who was asking for money.
From what my eyes could see, he was down on his luck.
Now where I’m from, the first thing that usually comes out of people’s mouths when they see a beggar is that they are going to spend the money on a habit be it alcohol or substance abuse.
In many cases, this is true, but I have to believe that this is not true in all cases.
When I walked in the store, he asked me for some change. I didn’t have any at the time, since I had to “make change.” But I told him I will come back to him.
When I left the store, he wasn’t where I left him.
It wasn’t until I looked both left and right that I spotted him.
When I called to him, he was startled, and said, “Oh! I forgot all about you.”
1 John 3:17-18
If we have all we need and see one of our people in need, we must have pity on that person, or else we cannot say we love God. Children, you show love for others by truly helping them, and not merely by talking about it.
How is it to go through our daily lives asking for help, and knowing that most days we will be ignored?
How would we feel being the underclass of society, and truly forgotten?
You see when he said those words, all these things has come to my mind, but it wasn’t the first thing that I said.
But I didn’t forget about you.
I gave him what help that I could, and I directed him where he can go to receive more.
I have to believe that:
- What help I give him is going to help him and not hurt him.
- No matter what, Jesus doesn’t want us to forget about those who are less fortunate than us.
- Even though I am not well off, that I can still help those that are not where I am today.
I believe these things because I know I am loved by God. I know that God loves me just like he loves the beggar in the street.
This man was doubtful, and asked me, “Really, you didn’t forget me?” To which I said, “No. I remembered you.”
I wish that I could have done more to help him. I wish that I could have offered more assistance than I did, but it was the idea that someone thought about him that startled him the most.
Whether it was a test of my devotion, or just a sign from heaven, I will never forget the look on his face when I told him that I didn’t forget him.
Soften our hearts for those who are less fortunate than us. Let us take pity on them and have faith that they crossed our paths for us to meet and do something about. Let us not just talk about love but let us live the example that Jesus has shown us.