I want to share a story with you…
One night a few weeks ago, as we were watching TV, we heard a commotion down on the street. Upon rushing to the window to see what it was, we discovered it was a homeless man in a wheelchair, stuck in the middle of the road. He was either drunk, high, or probably both of the above; nevertheless, he was too gone to move.
He had rolled up against my boyfriend’s car (parked on the side of the road) while his head continually bobbed back and forth. My boyfriend looked at me and asked, “what is he doing?” to which I replied, “I think he’s just trying to stay awake”.
Cars slowly drove by and people walked past, but no one offered to help move him from the street. After a minute or two my bf asked if I thought he is ok. I said, “Why don’t you go find out?”
I wasn’t exactly expecting him to do so, as he isn’t the most thrilled with the streets of South Tel Aviv at night, but he did. I watched from my window as he went downstairs, approached the man, asked him if he could help, then pulled his wheelchair safely to the sidewalk.
I assumed he would be right back up, so I returned to watching TV.
Five minutes or so had passed and he still wasn’t back up. I went to the window to see what what happening when I saw him standing there talking to him… asking him personal questions… finding out what his situation is.
What happened next literally brought tears to my eyes. He walked down to the store, bought some water for this man, helped him drink (he couldn’t do it himself), and gave a little money for food. A small gesture in the scheme of life, but a wonderful one, indeed. I’m pretty sure at that very moment I was looking down on him exactly as God was, our hearts melting with love, at such a beautiful moment…..
These past couple weeks have been difficult ones for me. I have felt judged, looked down on, preached to, and the cause of disappointment to others: all because of one single decision I made to Stand by My Man (as Tammy Wynette sings).
Because he’s Jewish. Not Christian.
And we could debate this issue with this and that, and what one person believes and what someone else does, what the Bible says here and what it says there….
But, instead I’ll just ask one simple question:
When was the last time you got off of your comfortable Christian couch, stepped outside, and helped someone else out of their “wheelchair”?
(Actions always speak louder than words)