I came here without a glove, but God provided me with a pair + a scarf + a dose of spirit-piercing truth.
After church today, we took a shuttle back to the main prayer center where we go after class. There were only 2 seats in the shuttle and Annie and I were separated. I ended up sitting in the back of the bus among what turned out to be a family.
I sat between a man named Travis(left) and an elderly woman Kathy (right). Kathy had a badge like me so she commented that we were in the same class. This started our small talk about weather and how cold it is. I told her briefly that when we walked my ears would get cold so I would cover it with my hand and then my hand would get cold so I would put my hand in the pocket, then my ears would get cold. Then she looked at me and asked if I didn’t have a scarf or gloves. I told her that the day seemed fine so I left my scarf at home, but I didn’t have gloves.
Let me remind you that we were complete strangers. As soon as we arrived at the Global Prayer Room, Kathy started to take off her gloves and gave them to me. I stammered in my words saying that it’s ok and that I really don’t need them, trying to create a good case for why she shouldn’t give them to me. Before I could even react, she proceeded to take off her scarf and put it around my neck. Along with this, she asked Travis, her brother-in-law, to take us home. Having strange mixed feelings of thankfulness, unworthiness and others which I could not describe, the only words that came out of my mouth were, “No no, you don’t have to. It’s ok” and things like that. As she walked off I told her that I would return them to her on Monday when I see her in class. She shouted back, “Take them, just take them”.
I was shocked and moved by her generosity. Where does that come from? I have been struck and challenged in my heart by her actions and the call for us to live generously. Matthew 5:40 And if anyone would sue you and take your tunic, let him have your cloak as well.