Setting: QT in Lawerenceville 11:45
Characters: Young Minister & Anonymous Female (white, late teens-early 20's)
Young Minister gets out of vehicle
Anonymous Female approaches meekly
AF: Excuse me do you have any money? I've run out of gas.
YM: Yeah sure hang on.
AF: I hate to ask for money its so embarassing
YM: Don't worry about it.
YM hands AF a large bill (well large to the YM)
YM: Here you go.
AF: (looking astonished) Do- Do you need some change?
YM: No, get home.
AF: Ok.
AF leaves scene.
I don't know where she went. I didn't see her enter the store. I never saw her pump gas. It's possible there was no stalled gas-starved car, no home she was trying to get to, no good reason for needing money. Perhaps I should have followed up, by offering her a ride to her car or going in a paying for gas to ensure the money was used truthfully. I could have given her one of my cards, letting her know I was one of the good guys.
But maybe, this is the way GOD treats us. He gives some money when we ask Him. He tells us, "Get home." Because He knows its late and the wolves are prowling. He sees the trembling fear in our eyes. He knows the intention for our gift. So we take the money. Maybe, we put it in the tank, but don't drive home, not yet. Maybe we go next door to the McDonald's parking lot and buy whatever chemical pleasure we can afford. Few of us take the money by the gas and go home.
But still, GOD gives generously and says,
"Get home"
namaste
DIOS le bendiga
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