It wasn’t that long ago in my life that I looked at the
homeless in my city with the same kind of cynicism that most of us seem to have. Sure I gave the odd handful of change away, but for the most part
I would keep my window down as I drove by, or silently continue walking telling myself that they'll just buy self-destructive things with that money. But then I was challenged one day by a single thought. When did Jesus
ever refuse someone in need? Did he ever deny people because he didn’t agree with
some things they might do?
I became convinced that Jesus taught us to give for the
loving act of giving, not for the expectation of seeing results that we want to
see.
While packing my groceries into my car one day I was
approached by two women. They claimed they needed money for some medication, and followed with a long list of unfortunate circumstances which led them to asking
for money in a parking lot. If I’m being honest, I must say that I was struck
with that familiar cynicism. ‘Medication’ I thought to myself,
‘that’s not even being very subtle is it?’ But being the good Christian man I
thought myself to be, I politely and respectfully told them that I never carry
any actual money with me. (who does these days)?
But they were persistent. One asked me if I would be willing
to go back into the grocery store and buy a gift card for them. That clicked
something in my head. I immediately went back into the store and loaded ten
dollars onto a gift card and went straight outside to find these two women. But I never did find them.
Even though I was never able to give that money to the
women I intended to, this day started a new tradition for myself to always try
to have a gift card handy in my wallet for the man standing on the medium, or
the guy on the street, or the one sitting in front of the Zellers. It was like
a little gift I bought every once and a while for someone I've haven't met yet.
I started to believe in the intentionality of giving, that
it wasn’t enough to just give. I started to plan
to give to the homeless when I met them.
I can’t describe all the great moments I’ve had,
pulling my car up to the medium (with a green light in front of me) handing one
of these cards to the man holding a sign. The looks on their faces when I tell
them what it is are many that I have yet to forget. And I hope that the
message is clear. “I got this for you because I care about you. I know it’s not
much but I hope it will help.”
Since I began intentionally giving to the homeless in my
community I’ve been filled with a desire not only to give, but to know them. If
I have a chance I want to know their name, I want to talk with them and make
sure that they’re feeling safe for the night, and know of the places they can
go.
What if it’s not enough to just give to the poor, what if
showing them God’s love means getting to know the poor?
Shane Claiborne said, “When the rich meet the poor, we will
see poverty come to an end.”
I’m beginning to know what he meant. And I can’t help but
wonder what could happen in the church became intentional in both giving to,
and loving the homeless in our city. I'm excited to see what a church dedicated to intentional, practical love can do.
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