“He who is kind to the poor lends to the Lord, and He will reward him for what he has done.” (Proverbs 19:17)
I read this story the other day, and it really touched my heart. I do not know the lady who wrote it, but I’m sure she would like me to share it with you. So here goes:
“I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, and 3) and have recently completed my college degree. The last class I had to take was sociology. The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities I wish every human being had been graced with. Her last project of the term was called Smile . The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reaction.
“I am a friendly person and always smile at everyone and at least say ‘Hello.’ So I thought this assignment would be a piece of cake. So after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son and I went to McDonald’s. We were standing in line waiting to be served when all of a sudden everyone around us began to back away ... even my husband. I did not move an inch. An overwhelming sense of panic welled up inside of me as I turned to see why they had moved. As I turned around, I smelled a horrible dirty body smell, and there standing behind me were two poor homeless men. As I looked down at the short gentleman close to me, he was smiling and his sky blue eyes were full of God’s light as he searched for acceptance. He said, ‘Good day,’ as he counted the few coins he had been clutching. The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. I realized the second man was mentally deficient, and the blue-eyed man was his salvation.
“I held my tears as I stood there with them. The lady at the counter asked him what they wanted. He said, ‘Coffee is all, miss.’
“Then I really felt it. The compulsion was so great I almost reached out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes. That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me, judging my every action. I smiled and asked the lady behind the counter to give me two more breakfast meals on a separate tray. I then walked around the corner to the table the men had chosen. I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue-eyed man’s hand. He looked at me with tears in his eyes and said, ‘Thank you.’
“I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, ‘I did not do this for you. God is here working through me to give you hope.’ I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son. When I sat down, my husband smiled at me and said, ‘That is why God gave you to me, Honey, to give me hope.’ We held hands for a moment and at that time we knew only because of the grace of God were we able to give.”
Hope. What a concept! Without it, life is pretty impossible. The Bible says “hope deferred makes the heart sick, but when it comes, it is a tree of life.” (Proverbs 13:12)
Isn’t it interesting that Jesus, Who is our Life, gave up His so He could give it to us? He is our blessed hope. When we share hope, we share life – His Life. Hope comes in many forms, even in an Egg McMuffin.
Kenny Ashley is pastor of The Journey at Lake Wylie. Visit thejourneyatlakewylie.com for more information.