Tonight I took a man to Burger King to buy him a meal because I know he doesn't have money to feed himself due to his own choices and being on the edge constantly of drug addiction. He asked for a water and after drinking a cup he went back and refilled it with soda. As he sat down, I could see clearly that he had soda. I simply asked him about it. He mumbled out a few justifications and I simply pointed out the obvious that it was simply stealing and asked if he understood that he wasn't really getting away with anything. The whole time I was speaking in normal tones without any kind of judgmental attitude but simply asking him to consider his actions. For the second time this week, I explained to him that their is no fear of God before his eyes.
I sat there amazed. I was sitting there looking at me. Me from 15 years ago.
I told him that it would be a good idea to get a job. To which he replied that he thought a part time job could do good. I said I thought full time would serve him better and he then explained that full time would affect his monthly social security check he receives. To which I replied by saying 'so what?'. He said a few things about his 'problems' that he has and I asked if he really felt it was right for us to have to work but for him to collect a check without seeking to work at all. He became angry and walked out to smoke a cigarette.
I finished my strawberry shake ($3.19, it was good but not that good), went and paid for the soda he stole, then went outside where he was. We got in my truck and I drove him home. On the way, I told him that I was once there. I shared with him about my own problem with being a liar, thief, cheat and a con before Christ saved me from it. I shared that I understood what it was like not to have a conscience when it came to ripping people off regularly. When I finished speaking about it, he asked God to forgive what he had done. I looked over and asked him if he thought that that prayer made the difference and he said if God were a loving God then it would. We continued to talk until we reached his house. I had explained to him that I don't think his prayer changed anything and also spoke to him about sin having consequences even when it was forgiven, citing David as an example.
As I pulled away from the curb, I was very sad. I understood that this man has no real idea. He is truly blind. I spent most of the half hour drive home praying for him. Asking that God would be merciful and gracious unto him as he was me and deliver the man from such a life. To mold him into a useful member of society. Having been an evil man my whole life before Christ, it pains me to see men like this as I know that I am nothing but God chose to reveal the truth unto me as it is, truth indeed. He put the fear of God in me. He gave me understanding. He led me out of a life of sin that leads to death. Why not this man? Not by works that I have done but according to his mercy he saved me.
Handling the sin in others. It isn't easy. Even having been one who had previously done the exact things they are doing, at least in principle, it is difficult. Sin still dwells in my mortal flesh though the Spirit quickens me and gives me that which I need to overcome it. This man believes that he is going to be OK in the day of judgment. If you wish to join me in prayer for him, his name is Randy.
Father forgive them. For, they know not what they do.