Paul called the church yesterday and said that he was going to be released from the hospital later and didn't know what he was going to do. He had no place to go. He also said he needed some clothes.
Paul is a very skinny man. Kind of like me. I thought, "I've got some clothes I could give him that would probably fit". This was not hard for me in the least. I don't report this to pat myself on the back, but to show what it revealed to me: I have an abundance of things that I don't use.
What good does this do? A guy like Paul could use a clean pair of socks. He only has one. I have a whole sock drawer with probably 15 pairs that I never wear. I gave him a ton of socks. I gave him a couple pairs of pants (that I never wear) a bunch of shirts (that I never wear), some books (that I never read, and I knew he likes to read) and some other miscellaneous items that I thought he could use. I gave him $50 and told him not to spend it all on smokes. He said he wouldn't.
Except for the occasional mission trip, I guess the problem probably is that most us are like me and don't hang out with people who have real tangible needs. Thus we just don’t know anyone who could use all the stuff that we have lying around the house just taking up space.
The church paid for two nights in a hotel for him until he hears from the hospital the results of his biopsy, which won't be until Friday.
Paul was very thankful. I was thankful for the experience of being able to see Jesus in Paul and to question the abundance of my possessions.