Monday, July 15, 2019

Sunday at a Red Light



After finishing this and that errand I’m heading home, but currently stopped at a red a light.

A man stands on the concrete divider holding a sign.

I instinctively dive into my purse to see if I can share to help. 

This is a test; at least that’s how I’m wired to think; if I’m not made this way then definitely I am choosing to make myself into someone who doesn’t ignore people holding signs.  

I have to do the right thing, every time I can, especially for someone in need.


So I pray the light stays red while I keep digging into my purse that isn’t even that big and hope to find a lost $1 or a gift card to a fast food place with something left on it that somehow my teens haven’t fleeced from me. 

I look behind my seat if there is a briefcase or backpack that could have change or a water bottle or maybe a bag of chips to share.

Nothing.

 I check in between seats and in the console.

Nothing.

I am letting this poor man down, this man standing out in the 100-degree weather asking for a little bit of help.

I’m failing this test in the worst way; I have been given too much to not share, and here I am with nothing to offer.

I look up and shrug at the man in frustration.

He waves at me, then points at his sign.

It says one word -- SMILE

He points at his smiling face, then again points at the word SMILE and then points at me to smile.

 I try but instead hot tears burst out of my unsuspecting face and the poor man points to his sign again and I gesticulate something like I’M TRYING TO SMILE and for just a second we both laughed.



Hebrews 13:2 Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.