I am quite the skeptic. I know. Hard to believe, right?
Well, this last Thursday I was out walking in the Target parking lot. A bit earlier than I normally go out but it has been hot. As I am walking, I notice a man walking toward me. Like, literally, toward me. My first thought is, oh great a beggar this early in the morning.
But I had been praying and so I did not run away. I was like, “Really, God, a test this early in the morning?”. And, yes, I was right it was someone asking for money. I listened to his story using my full powers of skepticism. The story seemed at lest in the realm of possibility. Now, I generally don’t carry cash but this day I had a couple of dollars and I felt the urge(Holy Spirit) move me to let it go and give the money to the man. As I turned to walk away, I got the Holy Spirit tug again. I turned the the man and asked if I could pray with him before he left. We prayed together and off he went.
Suddenly, I realized that it didn’t matter whether or not the man’s story was true. What really mattered was the condition of my heart. Jesus did not qualify people before he helped them and neither should I. Christ’s love is not conditional and mine should not be either.
The gospel reading this past Sunday was that of the Good Samaritan. He did not ask the victim if he had done something to deserve it. He was just moved and had pity on the person. I listened to this reading and smiled as I recalled the events of a couple days earlier. Am I a good Samaritan? Don’t know about that I am but I am working on it.