It’s Sunday evening, 20:00 and a red robot has never been red for so long… Here I am contemplating whether I should turn around to sit down with this random homeless person that will sleep on the door step of the Fish & Chips Cafe for the night.
The light turned green. And there I found myself driving home. But not in the same way as I always would.
This time was different. Very different…
This was the evening I meat Eugene. The homeless guy in front of the Fish & Chips Cafe.
I drove home that evening and returned with more than just food. I returned with a heart for this man. I sat down with him. Me in my metro-sexual clothes and he wrapped in most probably 4 layers of old worn clothes. It was kind of weird. But worth it.
We just spoke and spoke. About everything. His work as a welder. His expensive bus trips to town. His 4 o clock mornings to go and wash himself at the graveyard before he heads off to work. His divorced wife. His beloved children. Everything… but God.
That wasnt the purpose. I didnt go back to tell him how much Jesus loves him. That everything will be fine again. I went back to humble myself. To sit down next to a homeless man I dont even know. To allow God to move my heart. To realize that it’s not about the food and money we sometimes so easily give.
Its about giving myself. That’s it. Nothing more. Nothing less.
That was what was needed for me to get that God cares more about my heart for people than my ability to give my possessions.
2 Weeks ago, that was where our journey began. That was the prologue of a life changing story. And hopefully there are more chapters to this story.
May you be inspired [to give yourself].