As I was driving south on Penn Ave. I noticed a woman walking south. My gut reaction was that she looked so tired. I wondered where she was going and it crossed my mind that I might be able to help. But obviously her needs were much greater than my resources. I don’t know how she walked fast enough or I drove slowly enough but when I got to a corner where a man sat on some church steps, she walked up also and laid her stuff down by the church; she appeared not to know the man. I thought they were probably waiting for a bus, and drove on. My spirit did not get free of the situation. I drove on about 10 blocks then took a detour to go back, not really thinking she would still be there. She was. I pulled over and lowered the window. She came over and said, “I’m not a criminal and I’m not a prostitute. I’m just getting by while I’m trying to find a job.” I told her I had come back to tell her that Jesus loved her. Then I noticed a folded up sign in her hand and asked what her sign said. She showed me “Homeless, …” I’m not sure what but she had apparently been on the corner asking for handouts. Again, she repeated that she was not a criminal and she was not a prostitute. I told her that I am generally very hard-hearted against those who hold up signs begging. And that it was extra special that Jesus sent me to her.  Money-wise I only gave her peanuts compared to her need. I don’t know what lesson if any, she received. I know I received one. Granted, it made me angry when she said she was on the corner waiting for her pick up, because I know someone else was making money off her. But I am ever so glad Jesus loves her! And I gained some insight into the heart of some who are doing that – even they have a standard. I’m not a criminal and I’m not a prostitute. Makes me wonder just what standards many of us job-holders have. Are we law-abiding (except for normal, you know, jaywalking, trespassing, speeding, fudging just a little occasionally type of thing) and are we sexually pure (except for normal, you know, edgy jokes, vile movies, bikini clad, with just a bit of eye-winking occasionally type of thing)?  Just asking myself, what is my standard?    Hopefully it is the standard of the Bible as I strive to keep God’s standard – “Be ye holy, as I am holy”.  I can only go there by way of the Savior, the Forgiver of my sins.

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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  1. dvaal says:

    I’m so glad you went back. When I first started helping others this way, I was also cold-hearted. I remember one time going in a buying a can of dog food, taking it and handing it to the homeless guy. I told him I was buying the food for his dog cause it wasn’t the dogs fault. Now, in my heart I knew the dog and the man needed each other and I was grateful they had one another, but I was angry at him. Foolish though I was.

    Now, if I see someone and I have any cash, I always stop. I take precautions but I try to give them money. Maybe they will use it for booze or drugs -who knows -but each time I give them something my life feels fresh. That is because I give them the money knowing it was what Jesus would have done. When I do this I could think about what they will spend it on but I don’t. I give with out preconceptions of what I want them to do. It is a wonderful feeling.

    If you keep doing this it will become a blessing.

  2. Faye says:

    absolutely agree. Do unto others as you would have them do to you. Blessings!

  3. Even peanuts in the Lord’s name are very satisfying. Thank you for what you do Oneta.

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