My heart is just aching tonight. I cant sleep after what happened. Can I share? Ive asked the Lord for forgiveness, for peace, but it hasnt come easily. Perhaps my contrite attitude would be of some use to someone else. You see, I was tired tonight. I went to bed thinking of nothing but myself. I probably dreamt of myself (kidding). So, when the doorbell rang several hours after I had fallen asleep, I was not excited. I sprang to the closet, put on my dirties from the day and my trusty dog Polly & I went to check. I kinda knew what it was. It happens at some scattered frequency; folks down on their luck, stuck in a small town who roll up the sidewalks at 9 or 10. The gas sta. closes at 5ish. Someone needed help. Where do they go? To the preachers house! This fellow had no idea that we had just handed out a large sum from benevolence that day. He had no idea I had a bad attitude because of the abuse folks had handed out at the mall tonight. He didnt know that it takes me a while to wake up... and I dont know that... until later! LOL He must have known he was the size of a bus! I didnt open the outside plastic/screen door. He spoke quiet well. Told me he couldnt get far on his gas & needed help. My short-term memory remembered only one dollar bill in the billfold. Yep, nothing for him tonight! He showed me his Drivers license. I couldnt see it. didnt try. refused him. was short. Turned him away. He was kind, but broken. I noticed the back of his car was something akin to a large, expensive, late model american car. He was dressed nice. As he walked away I almost said wait. I had made one more blunder. In an attempt to help some local cats keep warm, Id put a large light up under the wooden furniture on the porch. Why I pointed directly at the door, I do not know. But It made it so that this fellow was silhouetted in a rather surreal manner. I went back to bed. Then I thought. How low must a man of caliber step to come to my door? My heart sank. Ive been that low before; in some way for some reason. And I probably was fortunate enough to keep from going to someones door late at night. I tossed & turned for a while. Then, I got up and started driving. It wasnt likely,,,, and I found nothing. BUT Let me make up the end of this story. Lets say: As the fellow drove down the road, the only lights hed find on would be a small local tavern. The neon beer light still read open as I passed by. I wondered: As he saw the light, he pulled in, walked through the doorway and announced his situation to whomever would listen. Several good ole boys pulled out a $20 and before you know it, he was setting pretty, back on the road and on his way. Cause Im here to tell you, You dont always find the nicest people at the pastors. Sometimes their down the street at the tavern! & what would he be thinking? Where will he go to next time he wants to make friends? Jesus told the parable of the man wouldnt be helped by the religious men, but a scandalously dogish person will bad reputation saved him, cared for him and ministered to him. Jesus said that when we do it to the least of them weve done it to him. Jesus stood at more doorstep. I couldnt wipe the sleep out of my eyes fast enough to kick him to the curb. As I end my rant, Im imaging folks reading this, then giving me support for my sad sack of a self. What Id wish for most: Tell me youll help me pay back this one indecent act by finding someone in need and giving them a helping hand in some way. May you never harden your heart like it did. Bless you all Paul
Posted on: Sat, 10 Jan 2015 07:24:22 +0000
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