“Righteousness and generosity are inseparable.The person whose heart longs for God also longs to give to others.”― Dillon Burroughs
For the 2ndth time, I encountered the same modus operandi. I am sure many commuters have encountered the same and maybe more and different kinds. Am not a regular daily traveler. Thank God! But, I was given the chance to experience something, which I believe had to happen to broaden my understanding of God's heart.
It's been a debate in my head whether to extend alms to the beggars in the streets. I've, actually, resolved to not give cash; instead, I offer food. But, most of the time, however, I have none with me that I can offer. And my heart bleeds whenever I just walk away without giving anything, especially when the beggar's a senior citizen or a small child. There are times, I break my own rule. I still give some money. But, I'd say, it's with careful judgment.
One early evening, about a couple of weeks ago, I was about to go home and just outside the building where I stay stood a young man. He was wearing a uniform and carrying a huge backpack. He's just a bit taller than me, slim. He looked haggard. Nonchalantly, he approached me as I walked toward his direction. At first, he was speaking so faintly. So, I had to ask him to repeat what he said. Then, he started telling me about his long day.
His story was... well...he started by saying that he lost his wallet and nothing's left to him. He and his classmates had an interview at Medical Plaza. Said they were in the area since eleven that morning. Twas already past 8 when I bumped into him. He introduced himself as a nursing student and they're hoping for a slot in the clinic for OJT. He wasn't able to detail to me how he lost his wallet, though. And, I only figured it now. Boo! Anyway, he went on telling me that he's left by his classmates with nothing. I asked where's he's phone. He wasn't able to give a clear answer but he didn't say twas also stolen. I asked for his identification or whatever he can show me, but all he said was there's nothing left because his wallet was taken including all important stuff like credit and debit cards. Asked his name...I can't remember anymore. Besides, there's no point. He could be lying about it, anyway. But, it sounds like Xyrille and his last name was foreign. According to him, his father's half Japanese. Though, it didn't sound Japanese to me.
After he shared his story, I asked him..."so, what do you need from me?" He, then asked if I can extend help by giving him any cash amount he can use for his fare home. I asked, where's home? His answer was Bulacan. I had no idea how much is the fare to that place so I asked him how much he needed. Found it unbelievable when he said he needed 300 Pesos! That's an obvious hint he was duping me. Well, while I was interrogating him, I knew he was trying to trick me. It's not that I was playing along or something but days before this happened, I was enlightened by God's Word, so... (I'll talk about it later.) He had to explain why 300 Pesos. I had to cut him and told him I can only give him a hundred and asked him "will this do?" I remember him saying, "it's ok. I'll just ask from other passers by." Before I left I told him, "God bless you" and tapped his shoulder. His last words were, "thank you."
When I reached the lobby, I phoned a friend who stays in Bulacan. Asked him how much is the fare from where I am to Bulacan. I wasn't really surprised when he said, the most is 60 Pesos. Then, I shared what happened.
It broke my heart. What's playing in my mind that time was "some people abuse kindness, which causes good people to be cynical." I can't really blame how most of the people I know are refusing to give alms and say they're (the beggars) just members of syndicates. But, I had to guard my heart not to shrug off the idea of giving. If there's any mistake I'd done that time, it's I didn't take the chance to be bold enough to speak the Truth to that boy. Could've changed his heart completely. Yet, I don't wanna be hard on myself. Twas something new to me. I only need to learn from it.
My reason for not turning my back on that boy is what I understood from the Bible...found in the book of John chapter 6 verses 25-35. In verse 26, Jesus revealed to the people the motivation of their hearts. He exposed to them that they're not after His miracle but they want to have their fill (for their stomachs) and they knew that Jesus and His disciples will provide food. What fascinated me was the fact that Jesus knew their intentions. But, He was not bothered by that. He did what He had to do ―
to be generous regardless of what their reason was for being there. If Jesus, Himself, made a decision to still be generous in spite their wrong intention, what right do I have to withhold from anyone God's generosity to them? I am only a steward of His blessings. And I am here on Earth to be a blessing. So, I have no right to hold back benevolence.
This is not to say that Christians must do things blindly. Of course, there's a call for wisdom in different situations. And it should always be with the leading of God's voice when it comes to giving away God's blessings. Again, we are only His stewards and we must be very careful how we handle His resources. But, that particular situation, I believe, God allowed to happen to give me a first-hand experience of what the passage I mentioned earlier means. Like the Word teaches us, "faith without action is dead" ...whatever God teaches us through the Word and Jesus' example, we should be able to put to practice according to His purpose and guidance.
So, the next time it happened to me, which was just a few days ago, I already knew how to handle it. I looked the person in the eye and said, "am sorry but I encountered this same thing just a week ago so I can't help you." Then, I gave him a sincere smile. Wish I had the boldness to share the Word, but well...God's grace will always be sufficient for me. In my next adventures I am more equipped! ^_^
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