Just finished this--which I started over a month ago!
Here I am, procrastinating.
I do not wish to write another paper. Blegh. English.
So, I recall what shall heretoforth be referred to as A Very Interesting Series of Events; Entertaining Angels, or A Beggar, Next Time, Haiti. (not A Beggar; Next Time, Haiti! Big difference)
On Monday after I left work, I headed to the grocery store to purchase some vegetables for my supper. I chose to head home a way other than my normal paths. Maybe because I knew there was a store along that way? I am not entirely sure. Either way, I believe it was divinely orchestrated. I saw an older man in a wheelchair begging as I turned into the store parking lot. After much inner turmoil, I decided to buy him some dinner. I picked up some food and cookies, and packed a dinner for him with a few dollars and a note telling him that God loves him. I was still fighting it. Finally, I just went for it, I started driving out the parking lot, but because the light was green, I kept going, and turned into the next entrance and parked. I noticed he was getting up and I watched to see where he went. He slowly pushed his wheelchair across to the sidewalk, then sat back in it and started scooting along.
I went up to him and asked him if he was hungry. He very quietly affirmed that he was, so I gave him the food, and said few words to him. He thanked me and I walked to go back to my car, which was about 10 metres away. When I reached my car, I turned around and he had completely disappeared from sight. I looked in all directions. I looked as I drove out. I have no idea where he went, but at that moment, "entertaining angels" came to mind. Maybe there is a simple, natural explanation of why he was out of sight so quickly. Either way, I was reminded of this--
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(ok that box was accidental but kinda cool)
Angel or not, this event got me to thinking. Thinking about following the Holy Spirit, of being the hands and feet of Jesus. As I drove home (listening to Next Time by the Arrows of course), I started thinking about sponsoring another child in Haiti immediately instead of waiting until I pay my car off in June, as I had been planning to do. I decided to pray about it, and cautious person I am, put out a fleece. Anyone who knows me knows I love a good night's sleep, but I asked that God wake me at "2am or something" if I was to sponsor then. Guess what? at 1:54 I woke up. I prayed for the child I would be sponsoring, thanked God, and fell back asleep. That week, I tweeted about sponsoring another child before I went to Compassion's website and realised there were no Haitian kids available. The cool thing about Twitter is that it is very easy to ask quick questions of businesses that use it (like Compassion!). I asked when I would be able to sponsor, and through some volley with a CI employee, found out Haitian kids would not be available for a bit (due to the earthquake). However, when I checked back while waiting for a response, there were 2 kids available; both younger than I was looking for. As I checked back over the next 48 hours, there were, at one point, 8 kids available, and there happened to be an older girl--exactly what I was looking for. I chose the older girl, Rose, and it is my pleasure to introduce this lovely young woman as my 2nd child
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Rose Betty, 17 |
I checked back later and there were no Haitian kids. Again, I think God orchestrated the timing.
That song really gets to me. I couldn't stop crying as I drove home from the store. How many times have I wasted God's time, in my unwillingness to represent him by loving others? I pray that God would give me the words Rose needs to hear (read); that I could just be a reflection of his love and of his holiness. She is almost fully grown, and she lives in a place that is so poor, so desperate. Compassion is equipping her to end the cycle of poverty.
I also hope that I can learn some Kreyòl from her letters
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