Was I wrong?

I’m not alone in wondering lately if I’ve been wrong about my views and/or how I’ve handled something. Many people, especially women, spend as much time looking back as we do forward.

The thought process always ends with one question, Was I wrong?

Some will ask this only seeking affirmation. They aren’t truly prepared for an answer that holds them accountable. I probably feel that way sometimes myself.

But lately I’ve been sincerely wondering.

Especially after today.

And I haven’t found my answer.

It starts with a lingering battle I’ve had about my blog. I try to stay away from political  or hot topic posts while still speaking Truth. I try to reach a diverse audience to offer a message of hope without accepting the way of the world. I try to provide insight into the Word with the compassion He showed me when He pulled me out of the miry clay.

But am I watering down my message? Does He see me as lukewarm?

Then the storm came. I saw the preparations as a perfect analogy of the lost, the saved, and the backslidden. I blogged a post, one I didn’t consider lukewarm but certainly not fire-and-brimstone. In any case, it WAS truth and I still stand beside every word.

I thought it was a special little picture the Lord gave me and I wanted to share it with the world. (Or the handful that would actually read it.)

The attack that came was not pretty. “You doom-and-gloom hack. How dare you say anything about God coming back. The Bible says no-one knows when that will be so you people shouldn’t listen to this idiot…”

I’m used to spiritual attacks but this nevertheless shocked me. First, I thought, when did I say anything about knowing when God was coming back? I know that Jesus will, but I don’t know when. Maybe I’d alluded to it being soon? But telling readers to disregard me as a fraudulent doomsday prophet stung a little.

I never questioned my post. What I questioned was my decision to delete his comments and block him from future posts.

Was I wrong?

I’d only had one negative comment befoe in my blog writing and that was when someone told me I was wrong for telling people not to give money to panhandlers, but rather to give them food or other necessary items when writing my Tents, Tarps, and Tears blog about our homeless ministry. She said that wasn’t right and I wasn’t a good Christian. I didn’t delete her comments nor did I respond, mostly because I didn’t have to. People responded for me, and besides, she was entitled to her opinion. This was my suggestion, written after many people asked for my advice regarding helping panhandlers. They knew I had a heart for the homeless and that my advice would be based on love and experience.

This detractor, though, was different. I think he was attacking God as much as he was attacking me. Should I have responded? Allowed his thoughts to stand? Or did I do the right thing?

Then came today, a dilemma ironically about a panhandler. Or maybe it was by Design, irony being only for those who don’t believe. I don’t know. But I know as I drove off, I had the worst case of WAS I WRONG? ever.

Pitbull, one you may remember from the homeless ministry blog, was sitting at the end of the exit ramp as we got off the interstate after taking two of the grandkids to Biloxi for the day.

Pitbull was the one who taught me the trades of panhandlers, from fake veteran signs to “prop” crutches. He taught me the lingo (“I’m gonna fly a sign for a few hours”) and even gave me cash to buy him markers for said sign. (I discovered that day that he had way more money than I did!) Anyway, despite his oft-anger outbursts and obvious cons, I think a real friendship was formed. I visited him in jail throughout two stints, as he cleaned up and we worked on a release plan to keep him off the streets and clean.

The last time he returned to the streets, I was done.

You just can’t help someone who doesn’t want help and you can’t want it more for someone than they do for themselves.

(I do want to point out here that there are a few success stories from my homeless ministry. People who are living happy, healthy productive lives now and stay in touch regularly.)

But some, like Pitbull, don’t want real help.

So even though I’ve seen him from a distance, I hadn’t talked to him in about nine months. Face to face at the end of the ramp, a conversation was unavoidable.

I saw the emotions play on his face. Recognition then surprise then hurt followed by relief.

“I’ve got to talk to you. I’m in trouble.”

Keeping it light with a 2-year-old and a 7-year-old in the backseat, I laughed. “Oh yeah, what kind of trouble?”

I could tell he was sober and he wasn’t joking but I wasn’t prepared for his response. “I killed a man and I’ve been in jail.”

Now, in moments like these, it can be hard to hear the Spirit. My mind was racing. First and foremost was the need to protect the kids in the back from a conversation they were too young to hear. With The Lion King soundtrack playing in the car, I didn’t think they could hear but I wasn’t sure.

Then I was aware that the light was going to change any minute and the long line of cars behind me wouldn’t take kindly to me continuing a conversation while a green light displayed overhead.

Not to mention that I didn’t know how to respond.

I wasn’t surprised. I’d seen that murderous spirit on him from time to time. It was the reason my husband didn’t want me stopping to visit him alone anymore, even if it was in broad daylight under the bridge. Even though he’d never turned that wrath on me,  I respected my husband’s wishes and didn’t put myself in that position.

Wise as serpents, harmless as doves, Jesus tells us (Matthew 10:16)  and that’s how I’d handled him.

But here I was now, not sure how to respond.

He went on to explain an act of self-defense and said the charges were dismissed but he was really struggling. I think the sheer act of taking someone’s life, even if unintended or unavoidable, had damaged his already weakened soul past its breaking point. I know he needed comfort but my mind was still racing.

Was there more to the story? Can the kids hear us? Is the light going to change?

He looked at Dale, who could only half-hear in the passenger seat with the game broadcasting on his phone and the sounds of Disney still emanating from the backseat, and asked if we could buy him dinner. I don’t know if he’d noticed the kids in the car by then or not.

“We can’t right now,” I told him. “We have grandkids in the car and we’ve got to meet their mom at home.” It wasn’t a lie; we’d even bypassed the ice cream store so she wouldn’t be stuck outside waiting for us to get home and unlock the door.

Visibly upset, his body tensed up and he walked away. I realized later that he had bared his soul only to be rejected. What I saw as anger for not getting what he wanted was more than likely the resurrection of a normal wall, one that he’d risked lowering for some solace from someone he trusted.

I wasn’t sure if he was genuinely hungry but I wasn’t giving him cash. Self-admittedly, he often spent panhandling money on “bad spice” so I prayed that the Lord would send him food if he truly needed it.

But I knew what he’d needed was our time, and our ear, and I just couldn’t give that to him right then.

“When they go back home, I’ll come find you and we’ll finish this talk,” I called out as the light changed.

Rigid as a board, he mumbled, “That’s all right. Don’t worry about it.”

I drove off, his hurt as evident on the outside as my turmoil on the inside.

Was I wrong?

I’ve replayed the scenario over and over in my head for the last four hours. I couldn’t change that I had kids in the car. I couldn’t change that out-of-town guests were waiting on me to get home. I couldn’t change his need.

What could I have done differently?

Or did I do everything I could?

And if I did, then why do I still feel so bad?



4 thoughts on “Was I wrong?

  1. I agree with Susanna. The circumstances dictated your ability to respond. Sometimes we never will know how The Lord uses us to have an impact on the lives of others. You continue to seek God’s pathway for your life and just let Him use you for His glory. Sometimes me thinks you simply are too hard on yourself and second guess your actions way too much. I look at your live and remember a child that was broken and wondering and now see a Christian woman that God uses for His purposes everyday.


  2. Stop! You were exactly where God put you in that moment and you did exactly what God wanted you to do! Do you know how I know? Because there’s nothing else you could’ve done! If God had wanted you to do something else he would’ve had you cross that man’s path under different circumstances. Don’t touch the results of that encounter based on how you feel.

    I also think you were right to block the troll who attacked on your blog. Just my opinion 🙂


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