There’s this homeless guy that I see many days.
He hangs out at the end of the ramp from the main highway near where I live.
He has a backpack and a cardboard sign.
He keeps regular hours. Basically 9:00-5:00 as best I can tell. Every day.
You know, like a real job.
This is a little confusing to me. I’ve often thought I should take the time to park and go ask him if he wants help applying for a job at one of the many businesses right near his spot.
I keep McDonald’s gift cards in my car that I give him sometimes when the light is red.
And I talk to him. I’ve asked his name, but I can’t remember it. Of course I sometimes forget the names of people I’ve met 12 times, but still, I’m not proud that I can’t remember homeless guy’s name.
Last Sunday I was driving to church with John’s sport coat and a nice black shirt in the car with me.
I got to the intersection and there was homeless guy near the “on” ramp this time. Holding his sign.
And I sensed what could have been a prompting from God. A nudge. A whisper.
Only I decided it was probably just a bad mocha. Because it was crazy! It didn’t make sense.
The thought that came was “Give him John’s blazer and shirt.”
Cool. Sure….What?? Why??? Lord, what in the world could homeless guy do with a blazer and nice shirt? Wouldn’t that be poor stewardship?
Lord, that wouldn’t be, you know…wise.
So I didn’t.
I decided Laura’s loud logic trumps God’s crazy small voice and I drove right past him.
But as I accelerated onto the highway something bugged me.
A follow up whisper…
“What if I didn’t want you to give away the blazer for him, but for you?
What if I might want to form something in you through an extravagant act of obedience to Me?
What if this was an opportunity to be part of my amazing grace?
Crazy amazing grace.
This has bugged me for the past week. Maybe it wasn’t homeless guy who missed out, but me instead.
Or maybe it was just bad mocha.
Have you ever ignored a prompting because it seemed crazy? Or obeyed even when you didn’t understand?