A Heart of Stone

I saw something disturbing today.  I took my youngest son to the grocery store with me and when we parked in the parking lot there was a vehicle next to ours that had words written on the hood. I couldn’t read the words clearly but as I got out of my van I saw small hangers with children’s clothing inside the window. There was at least one small child in the back seat. As we walked away from the van my son turned to look at more words written on the rear of the vehicle. He turned to me and said, “Mom, did you see that? That says ‘homeless family. hungry, can you help us'”

My first thought was one of compassion. But I must confess, the next thought was to wonder if it was for real or some kind of an angle.  I am a victim of the culture I live in and I have become suspicious of people who would take advantage of those who are too trusting or gullible.  Obviously the adult who was driving was inside the store. As we entered the store I walked around getting our groceries and wondering which person was the one.

By the time we got back out to our van the vehicle was gone.

All day long I’ve thought about that family. What if they really are homeless? What if I could have helped? Did God want me to help? I didn’t even ask Him. I just went about my own business. I have thanked God several times today for all the ways He provides for us. I’ve thanked Him for giving us a home and food to eat. But it all seems shallow some how. Do I just say “Thank You Lord” while people around me are hungry and have no place to sleep?

How will I ever learn to pay attention to what’s going on around me? How will I know when God wants me to act if I don’t ask?

My prayer is that God would do what he told Ezekiel. That He would take my heart of stone and give me a heart of flesh. One that would feel  greater compassion for those in need. And that I would see God’s children through His eyes and not my own.