light, waiting awkwardly for it to change. It was awkward because a homeless
man was standing just a few feet away from me with a sign asking for help. I
smiled, but didn’t want to make eye contact for too long. He was a veteran, not
an alcoholic, just needing some spare change, according to his tattered
something. I should give him something, but I only have a twenty in my wallet.
That’s too much. I have some food, but that’s for our church potluck, so that
won’t work. The “not an alcoholic” is probably a just a line and who knows how
he might waste $20.
he smiled back. What does his sign say?”
taking so long? This is uncomfortable.
out a breath of relief. Josie moved on to talk about something else and I tried
to erase the worn-out man’s face from my mind.
a time not so long ago when I gave money anytime I saw someone in need, if I
had any cash on hand. Somewhere along the line I just stopped. Josie always
smiles, always waves, and they always do the same in return.
church potluck would have been just fine with one less bag of chips or loaf of
bread. I know there will be other people who will stop and give that man money,
but I missed out on an opportunity to show the love of Jesus in a practical and
generous way to my little girl. I’m thankful that God always gives us second