The Drama Goes On…A Chicken or Insurance?
It happened in a thrift shop…where I stopped to look for frames for my art. Her bright smile greeted me with a genuine compliment on my skirt and the turquoises-colored jewelry I was wearing. It wasn’t a second later after I said “thank you” that I had this strong impulse to go back to her and to give her my earrings (which had been a gift to me from a friend). These impulses to go to a total stranger are rare, but when they come…I know that I have to follow through.
I said, “Excuse me, but I am supposed to give you these earrings…don’t ask me why…but you are to have them.” Tears began streaming down her face as I asked if she was “OK”. She actually threw herself on my shoulder and sobbed. A DRAMA was going on here in the middle of a thrift shop..in Florida…USA.
“My husband has been in an accident and is now in a nursing home as a paraplegic. I am going there but I’m living out of my car and came here for some shoes.” As she spoke these words, I knew she needed help getting to where she had to go. This was a drama playing out in the lives of a person whom God wanted to know that He had not abandoned her and that she had hope. Placing the earrings in her hand, I shared with her that each time she looked at the earrings, she would remember that God was with her.
Those impulses that seem so odd to us…that we want to ignore…may be most important to someone like this woman. Acting on them is the hard part…the rest simply falls into place. I read somewhere that we are the only hands and feet that God has to use on this earth.
So where does the “chicken and insurance” come into this story. Only as it relates to a video that we watched about Rick Steves ( a traveler and television personality) who found in his travels that “all are precious” everywhere in the world.
His take on how the world views need was interesting. The rich part of the world looks at need as what is difficult to get. They focus on the extras that are needed, like insurance. The impoverished part of the world rejoices and throws a party if they have a chicken once a week. Strange…that we should see our needs so differently. The thrift shop lady, at that moment, needed gas money to get where she needed to be. THE DRAMA GOES ON. God, help me never to stop being a part of it!