
“But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law.” Galatians 5:22-23 ESV
On the drive to church yesterday, I saw him again. It was the man I had noticed in the same spot a few weeks earlier while stopped at a red light. The first time I saw him, my heart of empathy was stirred. Yesterday was no different. The man was sitting in a wheelchair and had no legs from the knees down. All I could think of was the quote: “I cried because I had no shoes. Then I met a man who had no feet.” Author Unknown
I couldn’t help but wonder how this poor man got to the intersection. There wasn’t a parked car nearby. Someone must have loaded him and his wheelchair up and dropped him off. I wondered how much of the money he receives from passersby would be his. Was he being used by others and promised drugs or alcohol as payment? I pondered on how he might have come to be in such a dire situation and how difficult it must be to maneuver life in his shape. I know he has a story, and I can only imagine it. No doubt, his story begins with deep-down hurt, pain, sorrow, guilt, grief, physical abuse, or rejection. Perhaps this man’s present condition of drug or alcohol abuse is just a cover for his painful circumstances. I believe that past hurt and emotional pain are the origin of much of the homeless population today. Many homeless men and women are the product of their circumstances, perhaps affected by trauma from prior years. Some are military veterans who have been rejected by society and were not correctly cared for or recognized for their service to our country during the war, especially those who fought in Vietnam. Hurt. Pain. Sorrow. Hopelessness. We see it plainly on the faces of the homeless population. The visuals will certainly put things in perspective very quickly. Or that’s the case for me. Please allow me to give an example of the lack of thoughtfulness for others by some in today’s society.
My large neighborhood has a homeowner’s Facebook page specifically for residents. With over 3,000 homes and two different school districts in our sprawling subdivision, this Facebook site is a great place for neighbors to exchange school information and for word-of-mouth recommendations for house painters, contractors, landscapers, and house cleaners, to name a few. It is a valuable communication tool most of the time. However, sometimes, I can’t help but shake my head at some of the posts that go beyond being neighborly. Occasionally, someone starts complaining about something very trivial, which never fails to stir others up. Before you know it, these folks begin sounding like spoiled children. I cringe at some of their gripes and language while wondering where the site’s moderator is. A new Dollar General store was recently built near our neighborhood. It’s not in sight, but one group harped on it for weeks. They thought the neighborhood was ruined and home values would go down. Some agreed that “undesirables” would begin to invade the neighborhood. For the record, I’ve seen none of that and am very thankful that their ship has sailed regarding Dollar General and that this group has moved on to something else. After seeing one of these super negative, whinny posts approximately seven years ago, I thought about how I’d like to say, “Look, people! I’ve just lost my daughter, and you’re complaining about that!” But I didn’t. I rarely comment on anything, but there are times I’d like to. I am certainly not perfect, but I try to keep my Christian witness as honorable as possible.
The stark contrast between the complaints above and the struggles of the amputee in his wheelchair powerfully reminds us of the need for a heightened awareness of those less fortunate than us. It reminds us that we should be more empathetic and less judgmental, appreciating our blessings and showing compassion towards others, no matter their circumstances.
Yesterday, I was reminded that people often take their blessings for granted. I know I’ve done it before, but there’s something about being a seasoned veteran of life where you see the important things because you realize that with what time you have left, you want to leave a positive and loving imprint on your corner of the world. When I saw the amputee in his wheelchair, I realized how blessed I truly am to have lived for many years. Not everyone gets that opportunity. I am in reasonably good health for my age. I don’t have knee or hip problems like many of my friends. Until a couple of months ago, I had not been hospitalized for thirty-plus years. These are excellent reminders of how gratitude for our blessings will make us more appreciative and content in our season of life.
Tonight, I will pray for the man at the intersection. Although he wasn’t even aware that I noticed him, I pray that the Lord will care for him in ways specific to his needs. This man will never know that his distant presence positively affected my life for the second time. It seems strange to say that, but it is true. I have had a note to myself to write something about the man since I first saw him those weeks ago. Since I had not yet been inspired to do so, I believe the Lord reminded me by letting me see the man again at the same intersection. It was a powerful reminder of the importance of empathy and gratitude in our lives. It’s not just a call to action but a source of inspiration, inspiring us to appreciate our blessings and show compassion towards others, no matter their circumstances.
While we can’t solve the homeless crisis in America or force others like my neighbors to always look on the bright side of life, we can ask the Lord Jesus Christ to help us be suitable representatives of His love and compassion. He will always place us in the middle of where He is working if we ask Him to. He is good, and He is faithful in using us in ways that are unique to each of us.
Prayer: Dear Heavenly Father, You are an awesome God and I stand amazed at how You weave our lives together in perfect harmony with Your plan. Please forgive us when we seem too busy to notice the needs of others around us. Thank You for divine appointments, even those where we don’t interact with a person, but You draw our attention to them in such a way as to make a lasting impression on our hearts and minds. Thank You for teaching us from what we have seen. I pray for the man at the intersection, Father that You would show Him Your love and fill Him with Your presence and peace. Help him and countless others like Him to recognize that their help comes from You through the kindness of others. Help us to see them with deep love, just as You do. I pray these things in the mighty name of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Amen.








