Reading John Fischer’s book “12 Steps for the Recovering Pharisee (like me)”, has been very eye opening and challenging. To say the least it has exposed my own “pharisaic” mindset. I too am like them, I categorize people based on certain criteria. For example, I have placed people that come by the office asking for money as people who are lazy and don’t wanna work etc. and so I don’t have to love them or minister to them. I have asked God to change my heart in that matter.
Well an opportunity to show a change of heart came yesterday. I skinny old man came by and was wanting help. He was unshaven and dirty with a pack of cigarettes in his pocket. I sighed and knew without him even saying a word, that he needed money for some reason or another. Usually I say to myself, “Well, here we go, the usual story of how desperate they are and some drawn out diatribe obviously rehearsed for this occasion.” But this time I didn’t do that, I choose to listen and hear the man out without pre-judging him.
I really listened and my heart was broken for him. I took my billfold out and literally had only one dollar to give him for gas. That would not even wet the tank. So I told him to follow me to a nearby gas station and I would put gas in his car. He was worried he might not have enough gas to get to the station. I assured him that it wasn’t far. As I was filling the tank up he asked me, “Can I ask you a personal question?” Didn’t know what to expect but I said sure. “How does it feel to be an answer to a specific prayer request?”he said. I said it felt great. I then asked if he attended church anywhere. He admitted that was his downfall. He hadn’t attended church in years. He confessed that he accepted Christ in 1954. He had backslidden as it were. I encouraged him that God does not abandon His own.
Honestly I don’t know if he will attend church this Sunday, but I strongly encouraged Him to go and thank God for answering his prayer. He said he just might surprise me by attending my church. If I had a dollar for every promise of attending church, I would be a rich man! So I aint holding my breath waiting for him to attend.
The point is, I am learning to see people as God sees them and not from my own prejudiced view. Instead of dismissing people outright, I am learning to see, feel and hear with God’s heart instead of mine. I find it refreshing to be able to do so. May His Name be Glorified.