My family and I were eating dinner one evening last spring when a woman came up to us and told us she was very sick and didn't feel safe to drive herself home, she'd been making phone calls and couldn't reach anybody to come pick her up. Could we drive her to her house which was across town. My first thoughts were, "What's she really up to? She doesn't look sick. I can't take a chance letting a stranger into our car with my daughters also there." Scott, on the other hand, piped up immediately that we would absolutely help her. He even offered to drive her home in her car and have me follow in his car. So, that's what we did. On the drive to her house, she told Scott that she'd been sitting praying in the restaurant that someone would help her and she thought we looked like kind people who would.
As it turned out, she was sick (I cannot even remember her diagnosis), she wasn't trying to con us and everything turned out fine.
How un-Christian-like of me to turn my back on someone in need and how truly trusting of Scott to say he'd help regardless of what might have happened. I think of myself as a Christian and yet, when the chips are down, am I willing to take the leap of faith and help someone who needs a friendly hand?
I read how Jesus could appear anywhere and would we treat him "right" if we didn't know it was really him? What if that lady had been Jesus? I would have failed that test.
I keep coming back to that day knowing I need to have more faith and trying so hard to have that faith. One is almost always rewarded in some way for doing those deeds which take the most faith to carry out.
Just something to think about; if we all had that faith, would our lives not be less stressful?
Have a fantastic day!
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