I wish we all treated each other equally, but I just don’t believe that most of us really, wholeheartedly buy into that. We try – but our actions don’t reflect our voice.
A friend of mine was walking into church last spring when a man stopped her asking for some money. I think most people would have responded in one of two ways – with significant fear and a feeling of being uncomfortable or by simply ignoring the person and saying “no.”
My personal go to line in this situation is, “All I have is a credit card.” Which unless I can’t find my wallet, is usually true.
But my friend didn’t respond like I would have. Instead, she said, “I’ll give you some money, but first you have to come to church with me.” And guess what? He did.
I wish we’d all think like that.
A childhood friend of mine did some bad things and is now in the middle of a fairly long prison sentence. I actually don’t really know all that he did; intentional on my part.
My mom and dad, the kind souls that they are, write him regularly and send him a package at Christmas. They have even driven the two hours to the penitentiary several times to visit him. I just can’t envision my 5′ 1/2 ” mother, with her little high heels and enormous pocket-book, strolling into a prison visiting room. I wonder if they frisk her.
I sort of feel sorry for him, although I know it was his own doing that got him into this predicament. I just can’t seem to imagine someone sitting there that lonely, that isolated.
I struggle to relate to those who are drastically different from me. And yet, God created us all – including the homeless and the “bad guys” in prison.
I wonder what would happen if we all began to reach out to someone who was drastically different from us. The world would probably be a much better place.