She got on my train, suddenly appearing in the aisle.
“Good evening,” she said, “I hope you have all had a good day.”
People glanced up, and looked away, buried themselves in their phones. She claimed to be homeless and needing some money for a bed for the night. She was ignored, except by one man, who gave her some change and tried to engage her in conversation.
Turned out she and her partner were working the trains, and her partner was angry that she was more successful than he was.
I looked at her. Ordinary clothes, nice bag – well a girl has to look good. Homeless? Really? It was hard to know. I had come out at night with my door key and travel card, so there was nothing I could do to help her. But I had still made a judgement.
Later I was convicted by the idea that by making a judgement I had wronged her and, worse still, I was unfaithful to God. (Numbers 5.6-7) I may not have openly wronged her, but in my heart, I had. I was not seeing her as God sees her. What about the next beggar I meet? That’s the challenge for me. Will I have a right attitude and show them God’s love?
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