So I'm walking out of Stater Bros. and these two women come up to me as I am approaching my truck. I instantly know who I am dealing with. My wife has given them money on numerous occasions and has always relayed the story to me emphasizing how they seem both pathetic and also possibly con artists at the same time. Their standard line is that they need money for a hotel room and they accentuate their need by either having grandma in a wheelchair (whom I encountered) or the whole family including small children.
Now, are they really homeless? Am I being conned? As I reached for my wallet, I had a "God Moment" where He opened my eyes to a salient truth that I had lived every day but never really grasped.
That being: How often do I come to Jesus, giving Him the standard line about being sorry for my sin and asking Him for forgiveness? How many times do I repent but find myself back in Heaven's parking lot, trying to panhandle mercy and grace from one who loved me enough to die for me, but whom I apparently don't love enough to "go and sin no more"?
I am humbled by the mercy and grace of God and I know I am not alone.
Pastor Mike
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