Seeking God authentically is not by judging others by religion, race, or sexual preferences. It is digging deep and seeing people from soul to soul. Naturally as humans we are flawed and pass judgement, but it is the lessons we can learn from those mistakes that are important. God loves all souls and sees nobody as “less”. It doesn’t matter who you are per say but what you are. It is the “what have you done for man kind” that matters. He is within all of us, it just sometimes takes some digging.
I am hoping to use examples of this on this blog that I have experienced in my life. Moments that I knew were purposely God-given and orchestrated. People I have met and knew our souls were forever connected. Places I have felt such roots to that I knew met more than just “pretty” or “historic”.
On my 21st birthday I was walking around Boston alone looking at the beautiful night sky. There are so many things I could have been doing that day, but I purposely spent it alone. I did this often. Often my fellow college students found it odd that I actually WANTED to be alone. However, I wasn’t alone. I was having my time to pray. With no surprise I found myself in front of Trinity Church in downtown Boston.
After finding some stillness, and being thankful, I decided to move on to a place a little less spiritual, Burger King.
I had a feeling while sitting at the church that I was meant to cross paths with someone that night. That I was meant to “give back” in some way. Although I was a college student turning 21 and would later celebrate it as such, I was a God-loving soul first.
Outside of Burger King I decided to celebrate my birthday like any poor college would do with their birthday money–with a Whooper! I noticed a homeless lady sitting near the door asking for change with an old cleaned out bottle of detergent. I passed her by, and pretended to not hear her.
Once in the door I felt something in the pit of my stomach telling me to turn around. I did, and saw this very same women counting her change on a table trying to buy a meal. I knew what my “giving back” was that day.
I went over and apologized for my behavior a minute earlier, and asked her if I could be honored to buy her a meal. A meal I normally couldn’t have springed for, but seeing as I had a little birthday money I could. I bought the lady a simple fish filet, fries, and a drink. She thanked me profusely, and blessed me.
I knew walking out it was one of those moments I have had in my life that would teach me a greater lesson then just buying a homeless person a meal. It was looking at a person in need, soul to soul, and doing for man kind.
I went back to my dorm and told a few people what I had done. Although I do not think they got the magnitude of it for me, or the fact I would carry that simple meal with me for the rest of my life. They just got the “awe isn’t that nice” part. That was ok, I moved on with my night like a “normal” college kid on her 21st birthday would. However, I was forever changed. Forever.
My best birthday gift ever was giving it away.