Several years ago, I was in my car going through the drive thru bank machine. I think I withdrew $60. When I approached the road to pull away, there was a woman who basically jumped in front of my car. She boldly approached my window and asked me for money. She was homeless and desperate because she had children to take care of. There were no children with her. Would I give her money? I remember being really angry as I begrudgingly handed her $20. I didn’t believe her story. I still don’t believe her story. I felt conned.
But now, years later, I believe even a con woman needs to be given love. Generous love. Because what shaped her life? And what’s the point of giving anything if you can’t give it with love?
I know another person who is generous to a fault. He’d give you the shirt off his back if you needed it. BUT, he doesn’t have an ounce of compassion in his bones. And I’m at a loss. How can you be generous and NOT compassionate?
I really want to be both. Because like Paul says:
“If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing.” 1 Corinthians 13:3 ESV
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