The beggar held a cardboard sign that read, “ I am hungry. Can you spare some change?” I watched as people passed by without a glance toward the man, who was standing at the side of the road.
I had very little money in my purse, but it was enough for a few hot meals. I pulled over, rolled down my window, and handed the money to the stranger.
“I hope this money will ease your burdens.” I said. He took the money from my hand, then I grasp the steering wheel with the intent to drive away. I noticed, out of the corner of my eye, that he was motioning to me. He’d reached out with both hands as if he were offering me a gift, and then he spoke in a soft and humble tone. I listened intently to hear the words he kept repeating.
“God bless you.” He said three times and with a spirit of love that warmed the chill of the night.
For a split second, I witnessed a crack in the veil of heaven and I saw this man’s countenance. He was indeed a beautiful and humble soul. One of God’s children who had accepted an assignment far greater than mine. His commission in life was to inspire compassion in a world filled with cruel judgements and reckless abandon.
I burst into tears. The reality of what I had purchased for only a few dollars had overwhelmed me with gratitude. That cold night, on the side of the road, I was given “the blessings of God.” I knew it, I felt and I had witnessed the elegance and power of its grace. The scriptures in Matthew define the glory of this experience. Imagine what the world could become if everyone strived to eliminate poverty? The blessings would be endless.
Matthew 25: 35-40
This Christmas may we strive to magnify the gift of compassion and eliminate the pain and suffering of those who have not.
By Linda Sumner Urza written for: onefineday11.blogspot.com
By Linda Sumner Urza written for: onefineday11.blogspot.com
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