I am Skeptical
On my
way home from work, I take the Q train from Brooklyn into Manhattan. A woman gets on the train wearing a white
blouse, denim jacket and jeans. This
woman says in a loud voice, “I’m hungry.
I don’t’ have a job and I’m three months pregnant. Can someone please help me?” A few months later, wearing a pink blouse,
the same woman gets on the train and says in a loud voice, “I’m hungry. I don’t’ have a job and I’m three months
pregnant. Can someone please help me?” I notice that her stomach looks flat and still
she claims she is three months pregnant.
Yes, I am skeptical.
This
woman is only one of three that I usually see on the train ride home. The other two are men; one will be in a wheel
chair saying “I live in a shelter. Any spare
change, even a penny will help so I can pay for my bed tonight.” I notice that he is able to get around using
his legs and feet to “walk the chair” while still sitting and the guy is young. Yes, I am skeptical. The second man says, “I am a veteran. I just lost my job and I am homeless. I don’t use drugs and I don’t drink. Anything you can give me will be much
appreciated. This man is clean and able
bodied. Yes, I am skeptical.
A
young person sits cross legged on a blanket, a dog lying beside him. “I am homeless and lost my job,” the words on
the frayed cardboard sign read. I look
the person over who seems to looks well and quite healthy in tattered clothes. There are quite a few, young men and women scattered
throughout downtown Manhattan with dogs next to them. Another person stand’s outside a bank holding
doors open for patrons. “Can you spare
some change? A penny will be
helpful.” When no one gives, “God bless
you,” is the person’s response. Yes, I
am skeptical.
I walk
from the subway train to the office each weekday morning. I see the same two people at different
corners that walk up to me and say, “Can I have a dollar; no longer a quarter
these days. One is always well dressed,
wears and seems to have a nice wardrobe of coats in the winter. Although I pass this person every morning,
she still asks for that dollar. Yes, I
am skeptical.
One
morning, riding to work on the subway, a woman, who was sitting opposite me and
to the right watches people get off and on the train at the next stop’ The is pregnant, or so I thought.. There is another woman sitting next to me and
I notice she takes a picture of the pregnant woman with her cell phone. The pregnant woman gets up and approaches me
to asking for money. The woman sitting beside
me says, “Don’t give her any money. I
saw her on the other train with no belly and she was in the corner seat
counting out a wad of money.” Everyone on
the train laughs and the “pregnant” woman now at the other end of the car
shouts “Shut our ______ mouth. Mind your
own business.” Yes, I am really
skeptical.
Yes, I
am skeptical. I shouldn’t be. I know the story in the Gospel of Matthew that
when an opportunity presents itself to help the poor; feed them, give them a
drink that you are helping Jesus (Matthew 25:34-40). Judas Iscariot was concerned about the poor
when he questioned waste of expensive oil that should have been sold to help
the poor. Jesus’s reply was that the
poor would always be with us (Matthew 26:1-8). But still, I am skeptical. Why, I guess it has to do with my experience years
ago during my first year of Bible College while living in Philadelphia.
I was
on my way home from class one afternoon and I had stopped at a KFC to have
lunch. On my way out, a homeless gentleman
approached me asking for some change, “I’m hungry.” I took the homeless gentleman inside KFC,
told him to pick out what he wished and I paid for it. We went out the door together and I proceeded
to walk up the block. I just happened to
turn around and see the gentleman turn down alley. I saw him throw the entire bag into the
dumpster that sat at the edge of the alley.
“Not sure I will be doing this again;” I said. I was left skeptical.
A few
years later I am taking the train to attend Seminary classes. A man and woman with two small children stand
on the platform to take the same train.
They couple laugh and talk with their children and I see them almost
every day taking the same train. A few
months later, a man gets on the train and hands out small business cards with
the sign language alphabet and a note saying that he cannot speak or hear and asks
for a donation. I recognize who the man
is, the one with the woman children that I had not seen in the past few months. Yes, I was skeptical.
But am
I really skeptical. There are times when
I feel a tug at my heart, and am strongly prompted or spontaneously nudged by
God’s Spirit, to help someone; I give. Yes,
I will swipe my transit card for someone wanting to get on the subway. Yes, I will give the rest of my change when I
use cash to buy lunch. My being
skeptical does not mean I do not have a heart; I do. I have grown more cautious and observant of
those who approach me for money these days.
God tells us to be wise as serpents but gentle as doves (Matthew 10:16). You have to be cautious today because there
are a lot of “scammers” out there; like the woman who is still three months pregnant
or the woman whose picture was taken with a cell phone, or the man walking
around while seated in a wheel chair.
I do
not carry cash much now days; I use the “plastic.” I do have coins I carry around; dimes and
nickels that I might give to persons who might be short on bus fare. Yes, I do have heart, but I do not give to
everyone begging for money. Let the
Spirit lead. Let me conclude with this
incident that a friend recently shared with me that made me laugh. My friend was recently approached by a
homeless person asking for a dollar. My
friend does have a heart for the poor.
He got out his wallet and handed the person a dollar bill. My friend said the homeless person looked at
the wallet and said,, “Can I have five instead?” “What,” my friend said. “Give me back the dollar.” Ha, ha, ha.
I have moved to Harrisburg City to move in with my boyfriend and I have that heart that wants to give and give and help anyone if I can. My Boyfriend is always lecturing me that they are crack heads and I need to be careful.
ReplyDeleteIt's hard to believe people would lie about something so sad as being homeless.
BTW love your writing.
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