A couple came by today and called for someone’s attention at the gate. My husband and I were working in our room, listening to “I will be here for you” by Michael W. Smith. I asked the couple what they’re here for and they offered a trimming service for a small amount of money to buy some food. I turned to my husband and he said no, so I told them, thanks but no thanks. They insisted, that’s when I saw the woman’s protruding tummy, she is pregnant. I worry for the unborn child. My husband still said no, and in mumbling said, “we are the same-we both have no money”. I told them again, thanks but no thanks! I hesitated and for a moment there I wanted to go down and give them whatever I can give them. If we were in Bohol, I would have given them rice as we have grown ours.
This is not my house, but then, should that matter? kindness whenever, wherever is kindness-no matter how much, how little is still kindness. I belong to the hesitant ones, and now I wonder if I am really living a compassionate life or I am still the selfish, fearful and the stereotype ones in this society. I am sorry dear God, for I do not have enough audacity to follow your lead. I am too weak. Should I call myself a Christian?
The couple is gone, and I may not see them again. I am left with regret of not having the courage to share even just a little of what I have. I know I still have something that I can give, there is always something that I can give.