You never know about transients. With our church building on a major thoroughfare I meet one every other week, even during these brutal Wyoming winter months. Some are obstinate and only want cash, others refuse the benevolence funds managed by the police department. Still others gladly make the trip to the sherif's office only to be arrested for the illegal substances carried on their person (true story). They all have their sob story which usually involves a combination of victimization and unfortunate circumstances, of which they are totally innocent. None of them seem to have a credit card. Almost all of them cause me serious reservation when it comes time to tap into our already strained resources.
Michael was different. "I'm heading East, hoping to start over," was his simple explanation for hitchhiking to KC. No complaints, no stories of misfortune or betrayal. Another church provided a motel room and all he needed now was a meal. I made a call and was able to take care of the immediate need. We talked briefly about Christ. His answers may have been a bit rehearsed, but that is between him and God. I wished him well and didn't think of him again.
This morning I was on the phone and looked up to see him standing there. I fully expected a plea for more food, or bus fare (you may be picking up on the cynicism we pastors battle over these kinds of things). I secretly wanted to stay on the phone and not deal with this, but my call only reached voicemail. I left a message and greeted my guest with contrived compassion. He reached out to shake my hand and said, "Thanks again for the meal. I'm heading South, hoping to avoid some of the colder weather before I start moving East." Bewildered by his gratitude I asked if he needed anything. He said, "God has gotten me this far. I'm still trusting Him. God bless." With that he turned and left me with my thoughts.
I think of the 10 lepers Jesus healed in Luke 17 and how only 1 came back to thank Him. Jesus praises this man's faith. I think of Michael and wonder if his gratitude reveals far more about the condition of his soul than the answers he gave to my questions. I think of the resources we risk on those who say they are in need with no guarantee that they are not criminals or cons. I think if 1 out of 10 is truly grateful it is worth funding the bad habits of the 9. I think of my tendency to grumble (at least inwardly) about what I have and don't have and that uttering a simple "thank you" can radically change all perception.
I am thankful that God brought Michael across the threshold of Grace Fellowship last night, to remind us to give and give cheerfully, and to remind us to be grateful for every good gift that comes down from the Father of lights. I am thankful that Michael's "thank you" gave more to me than I gave to him.
