{"id":1499,"date":"2012-12-10T07:00:31","date_gmt":"2012-12-10T12:00:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ordinaryservant.com\/?p=1499"},"modified":"2012-12-10T10:41:37","modified_gmt":"2012-12-10T15:41:37","slug":"its-about-giving","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.ordinaryservant.com\/?p=1499","title":{"rendered":"It&#8217;s About Giving"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_1500\" style=\"width: 310px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.ordinaryservant.com\/?attachment_id=1500\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-1500\"><img aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-1500\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\" wp-image-1500  \" title=\"6631920081_ae68c798e1_z\" src=\"http:\/\/www.ordinaryservant.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/6631920081_ae68c798e1_z-300x214.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"220\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-1500\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Courtesy of Creative Commons<\/p><\/div>\n<p>This week while walking to catch my bus after a long hard day of work. I noticed something folded on the dirty asphalt street.<\/p>\n<p>I looked down and discovered it was a twenty dollar bill. I stuck it in my left coat pocket and ran to catch my bus.<\/p>\n<p>The following morning I was commuting back to work and reading a book I am reviewing. The author was discussing how he struggles with giving money to the homeless. He felt as a believer, he shouldn&#8217;t hold back in giving to someone in need.<\/p>\n<p>I felt convicted because I thought about how many times I pass homeless people on the streets of Manhattan and don&#8217;t give anything. I hesitate because like the author, I tend to think they will just spend it on alcohol or drugs.<\/p>\n<p>However, I realize when I give, I&#8217;m giving unto the Lord. What they do with the money isn&#8217;t really my concern. God knows and that&#8217;s all that matters.<\/p>\n<p>I got off the bus and walked my usual route to work. However, this time while I was walking, I see this young teenage girl sitting on the cold concrete sidewalk with a sign saying she is homeless and needs thirty dollars by the end of the day to sleep in a motel.<\/p>\n<p>What struck me about her was that she wasn&#8217;t the typical homeless person. At least, not the ones I have come across on the streets of New York City. She was young, dressed in clean clothing and reading a book. She was different.<\/p>\n<p>I walked past her. Until the Lord brought to my remembrance what I read on the bus and the twenty dollar bill stuck in my coat pocket which I had completely forgotten about it.<\/p>\n<p>It struck me odd that I would find a neatly folded twenty dollar bill in the middle of the street on a busy intersection during rush hour. I wondered why I was the only one who saw it.<\/p>\n<p>God knew I would be passing this homeless girl and wanted me to give her the money.<\/p>\n<p>So I quickly turned around and walked back to her. As I handed her the money, I told her I found it on the street last night and Jesus wanted me to give it to her.<\/p>\n<p>She thanked me and I continued on my way.<\/p>\n<p>I could have missed it, but thankfully, the Holy Spirit gently reminded me.<\/p>\n<p>*****<\/p>\n<p>This incident made me think about the meaning of Christmas.<\/p>\n<p>I believe the true meaning of Christmas is about giving to those in need. Those who are less fortunate, especially the children.<\/p>\n<p>Which is why I blog for Compassion International. I believe in what they are doing in helping the poor, hungry and homeless children around the world.<\/p>\n<p>Won&#8217;t you join me in helping and giving to children in need? Please click <a href=\"http:\/\/www.compassion.com\/catalog.htm?referer=128063\">here<\/a> to see the ways in which you can help a child this Christmas season.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This week while walking to catch my bus after a long hard day of work. 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