Thursday, 17 July 2008
continued from "But He's Not Worth Saving!" Pt. 1.
Yesterday, I shared the awful thought I had concerning my neighbor - that he's just not worth it. I shudder to think I really felt that way. Logically, I can argue that though I did feel him deserving of Jesus’ grace, I didn’t want to be the one to tell him about it; but when I was talking to God, I did form those words.
For months, I’ve felt impressed to give to him, especially as I knew he was having a hard time paying his bills. My reason for helping kept me inactive, however; did I want to do something in Jesus’ name, or because Jesus wanted me to do it his name? Big difference. Both are good, but one is inarguably more important than the other. You sin by omission if you ignore the latter.
If my desire to bless him was solely my desire, it would have gone away after what happened a few weeks ago when the man instigated a physical fight with another neighbor, resulting in his near-eviction. Still, the thought of blessing him didn't go away, meaning it had to have been the Holy Spirit, so I purchased a grocery store gift-card.
I just didn’t want to talk to him when I gave it. "T--," I imagined myself saying. "This is going to be different, but I feel Jesus wants me to give this to you. He wants you to know that he loves you and that he sees you.”
He would think I was crazy. I bargained with God as I drove home. “I’ll give it to him,” I said. “I’ll talk to him…if he answers his door. But God, if he doesn’t answer, I’m going to leave the card there with a note.” God laughed, I’m sure, because my neighbor was trimming the hedges right by my parking spot as I pulled in.
“Who makes mouths?” the Lord asked [Moses]. Who makes people so they can speak or not speak, hear or not hear, see or not see? Is it not I, the Lord ? Now go, and do as I have told you. I will help you speak well, and I will tell you what to say.” Genesis 11-12, NLT
I went up to him and recited my speech; he was duly surprised, thanked me, and I escaped inside with nothing more said...
I thought my act of obedience was finished, but I was wrong, God gave me another opportunity ten minutes later...
To be continued...
Have you ever felt compelled by Jesus to help someone? How'd it go?