I had been praying for God to put me in the right place at the right time. It was Friday evening and I had worked a little late and was eager to get home. However, I needed to fill up my car with gas so I went to a place that I don’t usually go to. The gas station was busy and when I got out of my car I noticed a man standing near the station attendant building that I immediately assumed was homeless. He looked me directly in the eye and asked me if I knew about a particular church. I said that I did and he said that he received his shirt from them and that he goes there for a Bible Study. His black golf shirt had green writing that said “Bible Drill”. I asked him how he got there and he said he rode the bus. I silently wondered how he paid for it and it hit me that he could us the money.
I asked him to not walk away-that I had something to give him; he asked if it was “religious information”; I said “no” and I went to my car to retrieve the envelope from my purse. The station attendant walked over to him-possibly to tell him to leave the area. When she went to help another customer I took the money and went back to the man and handed it to him with the verse attached. I shook his hand and said “God bless you” .
He was astonished. He looked at the money and asked “how much is this?” when I told him it was $100 dollars he looked up and said,”my gosh, I can sure use it”. I went back to my car and he walked off.
I felt awkward, unsure, nervous. I didn’t know what to say; I didn’t use the moment as well as I had imagined I would. When I got back in my car I started wondering if I should have given him just $50 instead of all of it. Afterwards I felt comforted that I had done the right thing.