Well, today as I passed all 3 men, I found myself wondering... "How did they get on the street? Are they homeless, or just without a job? I wonder what it is that they need? What could I offer them? How could I approach them and offer assistance without being degrading and still being on guard - in case they were dangerous somehow?" With all these questions playing over and over, but also being overwhelmingly grateful that I'm not the one on the corner, the thought popped into my head, "What kind of a Christian are you? There must be something you can do!" And then I started to think about what I would want if I was homeless, standing in the cold with a sign. Perhaps a cup of something warm to drink and something to eat? Maybe a sandwich - even something so simple would be gratefully accepted by me, if I was starving! I wonder, could I do something so simple? And would it be gratefully accepted?
Slowly, my mind started to change focus as I realized I could at least try, that I could trust my instincts and do better to serve the people around me. I realized that I wanted to be the kind of Christian that follows the Savior's example and I knew in that moment that I probably wouldn't be able to drive by again without that thought nagging me, constantly in the back of my mind, until the next week when I drive by again. "What kind of Christian are you?"
