This month I got fed by a homeless man.
He had a bag of breakfast cakes he handed to me as I passed by him. “I’d really like it if you’d have these.” He offered them to me because I had been volunteering at two food pantries, and had been handing out food to him for about two weeks. “It’s my chance to give back to you what you’ve given me these past few weeks.” It takes a lot of humility to receive a blessing from someone who is serving you in a much more profound way than any ministry we did this month.
We received a tithe from the food shelter this month, collected from the homeless of Penang.
The center we volunteered at told our story one meal, and the homeless men, women, and children gathered as much money as they could to bless us. When we were handed the envelope, I was embarrassed. They believed that Christ could use the money they gave us to reach other people with the same love they had seen through us. They gave to the Lord without holding back because they KNEW He was at work. That’s convicting. Especially when there are lots of weeks where it is difficult for me to write my tithe check.
Wednesday was our street evangelism night, and we’d walk and pray over the city. As we did, a man who I had met several times at the food shelters stopped me and told me, “I don’t have much to offer you, but can I pray for you?” It’s easy to walk swiftly past the drunken man lying on the side of the road without a second glance, but an upside down honor to have ‘the least of these’ seek me out and offer me the only thing of any value.
