[u]Appolis wrote[/u]: [i]If you genuinely believe that someone is simply taking advantage, and your heart is right before God , then you should not aid and help people like that because you are really not helping them at all. Yet,...[/i]
Here is a case of the yet ....
I live close to the church I attend. From time to time my past pastor would call me to come and speak with mentally ill people that came into the church. On this occasion a woman came with a disjointed impossible story regarding cancer and needing gas money to get back over the mountains. Her husband was out in the car. They both showed physical signs of past/chronic crack abuse. The pastor thought they were going church to church. Many pastors have a gift of mercy and a history of being “burned” by people taking advantage of them. He said I could do whatever I wanted to.
I was praying throughout a long ordinary conversation. She was not delusional but a master liar and the more she lied the more it broke my heart. I shared with her, and later her husband, that I knew they were attempting to deceive others and me but it was unnecessarily, that the truth was always better. I took them to the gas station. As her husband filled the gas tank, I spoke to him heart-to-heart in prayer. He was so defeated. He shared something of his experience with Christianity a long time ago. His heart grew rapidly soft for an ex-marine. The opening to the gospel was when he spoke of what he would do in giving to others if he won the lottery. His hope was the lottery and it gave him the tiniest lift. The truth of that, that his only hope was the lottery, was devastating to me. I could not help but say, with all my heart, I hoped he did win the lottery because the days he was living now were his only time in all of eternity to have any semblance of peace and joy unless he could get to Jesus some how. (He actually told me the gospel very simply). We were standing at the 76 gas station, tank long past full. With tears in his eyes he said, “I want to. I need to….” I mumbled something like, just ask. I wish I had heard his short halting words. It is enough that God did. He said some kind things to me as he got into the car and drove off. His wife stayed in the car and I heard her say, “What happened?” as they drove off. Back at the church, I told my pastor why the church gave them everything they asked for.
That’s not what I would call a typical sharing the gospel, but I did witness something at the gas station and back at the church.
[edit: as usual there is the related post as I slowly add my thoughts. Crsschk, I think you can find it easy to tell the truth that is alive in your heart. You do here. You do when you pray.]