Today's passage at church was that familiar, "whatever you do to the least of my people, you do to me" section. I swear, I did NOT remember how much hellfire and brimstone is in that passage! All that stuff about sheep and goats, and people on the left and on the right, and going to hell for ever and eternity . . . it was enough to make one poor woman get all teary-eyed while relaying a tale of some dude who asked her for "gas money."
"What if that was God, and I MISSED HIM?" she wailed.
Here are my thoughts on the matter:
1. God doesn't go around disguising himself as the homeless (or the gassless), hoping to trick us into condemning ourselves to hell.
2. God doesn't send anyone to hell.
3. If God WERE going to send me to hell, it would probably not be JUST because I didn't give money to that guy who stand outside the courthouse with a walker, asking for change. (Especially because that guy is totally a faker; I've seen him CARRY the damn walker.)
4. I should probably be nicer to people, just in case. I might need all the help I can get.
I wonder, does it count in my favor that I always dismiss the charges against people who are charged under the "panhandling" statute?
'Cause I do. Every time.