A stranger drove down a country road, looking for someone to help her. She saw Olde Dog and his Man working in their yard close to the road. She stopped and told Man she needed help.
She said her father was in a hospital 150 miles away, and she got a call that he had an aneurysm in his chest and was not expected to survive it.
She said she jumped in her car when she got the news and headed towards the interstate, but then she realized she had only fumes in her gas tank and no money and she was afraid of running out of gas on the interstate.
Man told her he could give her a few gallons of gas which might be enough to get her to the hospital.
She pulled her car down to the shed as directed, and Man began putting gas into the tank.
Woman came outside and listened to the stranger’s story. Woman asked her if she could pray for her and her father, and the stranger said, “Oh yes.” Woman prayed for healing and comfort for the stranger’s father and for strength and comfort for the stranger. The stranger left with a few gallons of gas and prayers.
What do you think? A panhandler looking for a handout? A desperate stranger looking for help? Does it really matter?