“Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help you?” “I tell you the truth, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.” - Matthew 25:44-45
For 40 days I have written about my questions about my faith, about God, about what I believe. Coming to some conclusions about myself that have left me feeling like I have it all figured out. Until God decided to challenge me even more…
Yesterday, while driving home from my son’s game, I passed a man standing in the middle of the road in the median at a traffic light. He held up a cardboard sign. I passed him twice yesterday, once on the other side of the road, and a second time on my side.
The first time he was “over there” so I didn’t give him much thought, other than to feel sorry for him as he was most likely homeless. The second time I felt more uncomfortable. Now I had a decision to make. Do I roll down my window and give him some money? Or do what all the other cars around me did and pass right by.
This is where the struggle with my faith lies.
The closer my car inched toward this man, the more nervous I got. I wanted to do the “Christian” thing. I wanted to do what Jesus taught when he preached about “the least of these.” But I was scared. I didn’t know this man, or his intentions. What if I held some money out and he grabbed my arm? What if he had a gun under that large overcoat he was wearing?
Surely Jesus didn’t mean that I should put my own life at risk, did he? After all, there were no such things as carjackings in Jesus’ day. And I have a family to take care of. If something happened to me, who would care for them? (perhaps I am overdramatizing, but these thoughts do go through my head when faced with the idea of approaching a stranger.)
The bottom line is I can go to church every Sunday, and attend my Bible studies, write my check for the offering, pray for others, talk about my walk with God and how he’s working in my life and how he has blessed me, guided me, watched over me, but at the end of the day, I kept my window rolled up.