Our charitable works have been coming at a particular price these past months; time, safety, comfort and obviously financial. It’s said that “if charity were free, then the world would be full of philanthropists.” And I’m trying not to expect this investment in others to pay personal rewards; but to my continued surprise, it does; specifically in my faith. While distributing food, clothes and medical supplies to the 100+ homeless each week; I am congregating with some of the most spiritual people I’ve ever met. It’s the norm to have homeless thank the Lord in whatever way is consistent with their devotion.
This past week, a gentleman named John, pictured below, asked me to sit down so he could read me some versus: Matthew 25:35. “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 took me into your home.” He delivered these words with such humility, genuineness and relevancy that I was moved to tears. I had never before witnessed such an embodiment of Grace as I did with John that night. I truly thank you John; I thank all of you that continue to donate items; and in following John’s lead; “I thank the Lord.”