But what I do have I give you...

Then Peter said, “Silver or gold I do not have, but what I do have I give you. In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, walk.”

Acts 3:6

                This past Saturday, I went to go see one of my Young Life girls perform in her high school’s spring musical. She ROCKED by the way. Savannah, my dear, you are destined for Broadway. Can’t wait to come see you perform when your name is written in lights. Anyway, as another one of my girls and I were walking to our cars, we were grumbling on about how unhappy we were that it was so cold when just the day before it had been 80 degrees out. And how horribly awful it was to have to walk the hundred-or-so feet from the building to our cars in the chilly wind. But quickly enough I was in my car, blasting the heat, jamming to Mat Kearney and feeling perfectly content. When I stopped at the red light at the intersection of Azalea and Chamberlayne, I became a lot less content.

                If you live in Richmond and have ever been to this area, you know that that intersection is big for homeless people. Every time I’ve ever gone to Henrico High School, I always see men or women with their cardboard signs. And it breaks my heart. One time I got Savannah out of school for an early dismissal and she gave her lunch to them while we were stopped at the red light. (And my heart melted.) Well on Saturday I had my first solo-encounter with the one homeless man at the intersection on that day. As I was sitting at the red light, I saw the man with his sign, “Need money for a motel room. Please help. Hard times. God bless.” Words can’t describe the look on his face as he stood on that corner. It was a look of shame. Of longing. Of need. And as I sat there with my heart breaking, I wondered what to do next. “I don’t have any food so should I give him money? What if he really wants to use the money to buy drugs or alcohol? Should I go buy food and bring it to him? That’s a horrible stereotype, why can’t I trust that he really does want a motel room?” So I prayed. I didn’t know how to help this man. And in that moment, my heart was so convicted of my insignificance. But I took out my wallet, took out my money, and rolled down my window and called him over. “Sir, sir here your go.” The man walked over to my window and instead of simply taking the money, he grabbed my hand. Not in a scary or threatening way. Just holding my hand. Not even concerned with the money that was in it. And as he unblinkingly looked me in my eyes, he was trying his hardest to convey his gratitude, and explain that he was so grateful because he was hoping to be able to get a motel room to get out of the cold. With a smile I told him it was alright. That he didn’t have to explain. And that I hoped he got his motel room. As we loosened our grip on each other’s hands, and with a piercing gaze, he whispered “God bless you, miss. God bless you.” And as my heart was aching and I was trying to find SOMETHING, ANYTHING to say or do, I whispered it back. He walked away. I drove off.

                Andddd commence sobbing. I’m driving down the highway and I’m praying. Praying hard. About how I wished I could have given him more. About how I hoped he got his motel room. About how awful I felt that I had been complaining about having to walk in the cold for 2.5 seconds between being in a heated building, to being in a heated car, to being in a heated house full of food. And this man doesn’t have any of that. But as I cried and prayed, I realized just how utterly insignificant I am. Yes I gave him some money. And yes he’ll be able to use that. But for what, one night? Then what? That man does not need Rachel Hester, or any worldly thing I have to offer. No one does. What he needs, and I need, and we all need is Jesus Christ. Our Savior. Our Redeemer. And as I prayed and sang “Set a Fire,” I looked to the sky and saw the fluffy white clouds against the brightest of blue. And I saw the light shining down from in between those clouds. And I thought of Heaven. I thought of an eternity of no more sin, no more suffering, no more tears, or shame, or hunger, or cold. An eternity where even the homeless come to rest and find a home. The best home. A home standing before the light and the glory of Jesus and worshipping Him.

                I have not been able to stop thinking about that man. And I will never forget that piercing gaze. It breaks my heart. It makes me want to do more to help. But in the midst of this thinking, I have to remind myself of my insignificance. That I can’t give every person everything their heart aches for. The only, THE ONLY, one who can is Christ. He is the ultimate comforter and deliverer. So my humble whispering of “God bless you,” the whispering that seemed so insignificant as I said it, just may have been so much more significant than any tangible thing like money or food that I could have given that man. And the prayers for that man that have poured out of my heart since may be the most powerful thing I have to offer. Because just like Peter recognized that the only thing of any worth that he had to give the beggar was Jesus, that is all I have to give. Because my faith in Him, and who I am in Him, is all I am. And it’s the only thing about me of any worth. I pray that in that brief, seemingly insignificant encounter with that man, that He didn’t get to spend small moments with Rachel Hester, but who really showed up at that street corner was Jesus Christ, working in me. And I pray that for everyone I encounter, for every situation I’m in, every action, every word, that what is really seen is Jesus. Not Rachel. Because I’m insignificant. And I don’t know and can’t give what people need. But He, He is everything. He knows every bird in every tree, and the deepest depths of every heart. I have faith in this. And for that, I am so in love with Him.

“Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise. Thou mine inheritance, now and always. Thou and Thou only first in my heart. High King of Heaven, my treasure Thou art.”

Salvation is found in no one else, for there is no other name under Heaven given to mankind by which we must be saved.

Acts 4: 12

A picture I took of that beautiful sky