Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.
As I was walking to the bus stop at the MRT near my house to take a bus home, I happened to pass by this crippled lady in a wheelchair selling tissues. So many times I've walked by these people, inwardly feeling ashamed of myself. Is this what Jesus really wants me to do? If God was beside me in bodily form, wouldn't I be breaking his heart to see my heart hardened against such beloved children of His? Aren't I breaking His heart, since He knows this very action/thought/feeling of mine as well? Why do I paste a sticker boldly proclaiming "LOVE" on my plastic folder when I do not practice it, when the opportunity to truly love someone is staring straight at me in the face?
The lady was singing an interesting song to ask passers-by to buy tissue packets from her; that was what really caught my attention. Mostly my heart had been hardened because I felt that these 'peddlers' (who aren't really peddlers since I doubt they really travel around that much) may be perfectly able to find a job on their own yet due to their own laziness or whatever undesirable quality do not go to find a job, and resort to selling tissue packets by the pavement. I'm not proud of the way I feel about this, but this is an issue which my wrestle with God has yet to end. There are many things I still cannot grasp & believe in with all my heart regarding this..
But, in any case. The effort she put in to actually craft that tune and not be too shy to sing it was, in my opinion, extremely commendable. It touched me, and I decided that I wanted to bless her with a simple dollar. With a smile and thanks, I accepted the tissue packets and strolled on, then caught my bus and got home.
Only upon taking the tissue packets out of my schoolbag and placing them on my desk, did I realise there was something stuck onto one of the packets. Printed in both Chinese and English, it read:
"Psalm 34:8
Taste and see that the LORD is good; blessed is the man who takes refuge in him.
GOD CARES"
I hope that I blessed her with the miniscule amount of one dollar, as much as she'd blessed me with a simple verse on a piece of paper, that was stuck on the back of a tissue packet.
The lady was singing an interesting song to ask passers-by to buy tissue packets from her; that was what really caught my attention. Mostly my heart had been hardened because I felt that these 'peddlers' (who aren't really peddlers since I doubt they really travel around that much) may be perfectly able to find a job on their own yet due to their own laziness or whatever undesirable quality do not go to find a job, and resort to selling tissue packets by the pavement. I'm not proud of the way I feel about this, but this is an issue which my wrestle with God has yet to end. There are many things I still cannot grasp & believe in with all my heart regarding this..
But, in any case. The effort she put in to actually craft that tune and not be too shy to sing it was, in my opinion, extremely commendable. It touched me, and I decided that I wanted to bless her with a simple dollar. With a smile and thanks, I accepted the tissue packets and strolled on, then caught my bus and got home.
Only upon taking the tissue packets out of my schoolbag and placing them on my desk, did I realise there was something stuck onto one of the packets. Printed in both Chinese and English, it read:
"Psalm 34:8
Taste and see that the LORD is good; blessed is the man who takes refuge in him.
GOD CARES"
I hope that I blessed her with the miniscule amount of one dollar, as much as she'd blessed me with a simple verse on a piece of paper, that was stuck on the back of a tissue packet.