Last week I went into a Target store because I had to pick up a few household items. Target is a dangerous place for me to visit, because I usually come out of there with one or two things I needed, five things I didn’t need, and I usually forgot at least one thing I needed because I was busy looking at things I didn’t need. Yeah, I know it’s complicated. I typically blame it on Target though because if they didn’t sell so many great things there, I wouldn’t have a problem. For some people-it’s Costco, for others-it’s Nordstrom’s, for me-it’s Target.

The other evening as I was leaving Target pumped up on endorphins from buying more un-needed stuff, I passed a lady outside that was raising money for homeless veterans. I usually just walk by these people parked outside the store. I am annoyed by their requests for money. Can’t they just see that I spent all my money in Target on stuff I don’t need? I don’t need to give money to your ‘legalize cannabis so I can grow some ganja’ campaign.

Well I don’t know what came over me that night, but I actually stopped. I talked to the older lady standing there with weathered eyes and asked more about her mission. “God bless you son.” She said with sincerity in her voice. “Do you realize that you are one of the few people that have even acknowledged that I am here? I am raising money for a ministry to take care of our homeless veterans.”

She went on to tell me about her cause, and how the Lord called her to help out. I gave her a few dollars, and told her I’d say a prayer for her. And I did.

I started to wonder how many people I walk by in a day or avoid in an effort to stay in my comfort zone. I will spend $20 extra dollars in a Target store but won’t spare $1 for the homeless. I know I have trust issues, but is it really so hard to stop and say ‘hello’?


Matthew 25:34-40
Then the King will say to those on the right, `Come, you who are blessed by my Father, inherit the Kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world. For I was hungry, and you fed me. I was thirsty, and you gave me a drink. I was a stranger, and you invited me into your home. I was naked, and you gave me clothing. I was sick, and you cared for me. I was in prison, and you visited me.’ Then these righteous ones will reply, `Lord, when did we ever see you hungry and feed you? Or thirsty and give you something to drink? Or a stranger and show you hospitality? Or naked and give you clothing? When did we ever see you sick or in prison, and visit you?’ And the King will tell them, `I assure you, when you did it to one of the least of these my brothers and sisters, you were doing it to me!’”