Have you ever heard a little voice in the back of your head telling you to do something? I know I have. I am not sure what it is, but I’d like to think it’s an angel whispering in my ear.
I remember as a young girl my sister, Sharon, telling me a story. I cannot remember the story itself, but the moral was: At some time in our lives, Jesus will come to us in many different forms and He will ask us why we didn’t tend to His needs when we were able.
Mathew 23:35-36 “For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.”
One of those times I have heard that little voice was when my kitty was a kitten. I remember saying, only 5 minutes earlier that I did not want any more cats. I had walked outside when I saw this tiny, very malnourished kitten. She was so weak; she could not even climb the 6” stoop that separated us.
I told the girl with me, “If she can make it to me, I might take her home.”
As if hearing me, the kitten trotted around and came up the walk right straight to me. It was as if someone had told her to come to me. A voice in my head told me to bring her home. That was 18 years ago. She passed away on Christmas morning.
Was that the voice of an angel? Christ is going to come in many forms so was it in the form of a kitten? I don’t know the answer, but I do know we’ve enjoyed this cat very much and she enjoyed life with us, as well.
Deuteronomy 15:11 “For there will never cease to be poor in the land, therefore I command you, ‘you shall open wide your hand to your brother, to the needy and to the poor, in your land.’”
We had just finished pumping gas one day when a man approached the vehicle. He was dirty and ragged. You could tell he was homeless. He asked my husband for two quarters so he could buy a cup of coffee.
At first, my husband said he didn’t have any cash on him. Something told me: “Give him a dollar.”
I told the man to hold on and I reached for my purse, but I couldn’t find anything – then looked in the ashtray and there was a dollar there.
“Give him this,” I instructed my husband.
“I can give him a five,” he offered.
I heard a little voice in my head say, “No, just one dollar.” And so, that is how I responded.
I have no idea what force it is that tells me, or propels me, to do those things; I just do them. As I stated earlier, I’d like to think it is celestial guidance, or to the non-believer, maybe it’s just my good conscience. Either way, I happy I am the way that I am and even if there were no God in Heaven, I know I would still be someone with a conscience.
I will end with this reminder: Philippians 4:19 “And my God will supply every need of yours according to his riches in glory in Christ Jesus.”
Working off my friend Billy Zurcher’s words, I am adding to them. What he said just made me stop and think about things and this is what I came up with. Here are his comments:
“All of you offering to pray for me. While I appreciate the sentiment behind it, don't bother. Use that energy for something good. Get up off your knees and onto your feet and actually do something tangible to help people. There are hundreds of people near any one of you that needs help in some way. Whether it is cutting someone's grass, helping them buy a few groceries, buying a homeless person a meal, even just talking to the elderly or shut in person. It's really easy and it doesn't take much effort. It doesn't cost a lot of money, if any. Use your brains and some common sense.
I am so damn tired of pseudo Christians offering their prayers and nothing else. If you believe in true Christianity, quit you damn squawking and take action. Everyone is a good Christian on Sunday morning, but most do absolutely nothing to actually help the people that they are praying for. Most of you are just a HUGE bunch of damn HYPOCRITES!! I say most because I do know that there are still a few good people in the church. However, ACTIONS speak much louder than WORDS. Show the people that you mean what you say.
You really want to help me? Save your prayers and actually come help me. That’s really easy. My house is sinking. The roof is leaking and needs some repairs. The yard needs some work. I have broken limbs in a tree that have been there since the ice storm year before last. My truck needs some serious work. And a whole list of other shit. Don't tell me how much you love me and that you will pray for me. Show me.
If you get the butt-hurt as they are calling it now, feel free to unfriend me on Facebook and forget you ever knew me. No love will be lost because there wasn't any there to start with.”
My friend Billy is quite expressive. That being said, allow me to add; being a Christian is not about praying for someone, quoting Scripture, going to church every week, or hollering “Praise Jesus” every time something good happens. That is not how you show people you’re a Christian. You show by your actions. After all, less we forget, Satan can quote Scripture, too. He can even tell you the page number, paragraph and line number of a quote and, he believes in God, as well.
My husband and I have done countless things for people without ever once asking for something in return. When asked, “How do we repay you?” we always respond, “Spread the kindness, do something nice for someone else.”
We firmly believe that God puts people in our paths for a reason and we may never know what that reason is; we can guess, but we won’t always know. Sometimes it is to make us stronger, sometimes to teach us a lesson, or sometimes it’s to do for each other. Christ tells us he will come to us in some form and on Judgement Day, if we denied him, he will ask us why.
My husband and I do for others because it’s in our hearts to do so. A real Christian will show God they are His child by what they do, not by what they say – our fellow man will see and know. So just when you think I am not a Christian, remember this: God is the only one I need to impress.
“I came to you when I was hungry and you fed me, I came to you homeless, and you sheltered me, I came to you shoeless and you shod me …” He will come to us but will you answer His call?