The Homeless Man
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.”