A couple of days ago we were having our daily meeting at 10 am when a man not known to us came to the door. He was shaking and was asking to see the bosses. We realized he probably saw the sign for our foundation on the door. Peggy translated that he had a son in the hospital who had a tumor and had undergone two surgeries. He did not survive the second one and died about an hour before the man came to us. He was trying to get enough money to meet with his wife in the capital and get his son’s remains.
We struggled through our tears at this story and agreed to help him. We gave him the money he needed and something to drink. We also gave him some hugs and told him about our church. It all felt like we could do soo little. We could not even imagine the pain in shock this man was feeling. But we did what God asked us to do and the man left with maybe a glimmer of hope.
This is what being a Christian is all about to me: loving and taking opportunities to help those. In this case God brought the man directly to us. And an interesting thing is that the amount of money the man asked for was the exact amount he had counted that we raised from a recent conference. It was just sitting there waiting for this man to come.