I'm sure where we live is a lot like most places.  There are certain areas of our town where you're almost guaranteed to see homeless people or people asking for money- a lot of cardboard signs with sad stories scribbled across them. 

It's my usual custom to pass right by them, while trying not to make any eye contact.  Without fail, Carson would ask why we couldn't help them and I'd give him different variations of the same explanation....."If they're really hungry, there's a soup kitchen that serves 2 free meals a day and it's just a mile from here and, besides, most of these people are con artists and go straight to the liquor store with any money they get".  I mean, apparently, his young, naïve heart needed to be schooled in the ways of the world, right? 

Every time we were out and about together, I'd find myself giving him the same excuses.  "We help people in other ways," I'd explain to make myself feel better.  I'd rattle off the things we do with our money to help others as we drove right past the homeless, the dirty, and the disheveled.  I noticed he was never satisfied with my answers though.  He'd stare out his car window at them and I could tell he was grappling with the whole thing.

One day, I started feeling dissatisfied with my own answers.  Surely, I was being convicted about it.  I thought about Carson and how Davis and I have always known that God has, undoubtedly, given him the gifts of compassion, giving, and serving others.......and there I was throwing cold water on a fire that was put inside of him by the Good Lord himself.  That's certainly not something you want to be caught doing as a parent. 

I saw an idea online of packing one gallon storage bags with everything from a washcloth, soap, tooth brush and toothpaste, nail clippers, Slim Jims, peanut butter crackers, wipes, Pop-Tarts, applesauce, etc. and keeping them in your car for times when you encounter someone asking for help.  We went shopping for items like that and made a stack of care packages.  Carson thought it would be a good idea to include a Bible verse and he had a couple that he thought were appropriate.......

 
We printed them out and put the box full of bags into our car. 

This week, we've handed out three so far.  In all three cases, I could see that it gave him so much joy to do something......anything for them. 

I've been thinking about all of that a good bit......how we allow life to harden us as we get older.  We've been around the block a time or two and we've seen some things.  We've heard the news and the stories of fraud.  We've had friends who've been burned before.  We've watched the government pour our money into welfare programs and we've seen the abuse of that in our checkout lines.  We wonder how anyone, this day and time, could possibly be in need with all the safety nets we have in place.  And, if we're not careful, we can become cynical, suspicious, cold, and unmoved. 

As Carson has passed those bags through our car window this week, I've had the chance to look into the eyes of the recipients.....the grateful recipients, I might add.  I don't know the story behind their eyes.  I don't know if they're legit or if they're taking us all for a ride.  I just know that they're God's children, too, and my son's heart wanted to do something for them and who was I to tell him he shouldn't.  I don't ever want to be a roadblock on a path that God has called my children to travel and I feel like that's exactly what I was being. 

I guess it would do us good to try and see the world more like our children do........before the callouses of time and experience started to grow.  Before our hard opinions formed and life started to create a tough shell around us.  Sometimes, it takes young eyes to point out things that ours can no longer see. 

This is not a post about what a great kid we have or what good parents we must be or how nice we are to help and I don't want any comments left to that effect.  No, this is just about how I had become blinded by my own cynical ideas of who was worthy of our help and who wasn't, but my son's fresh eyes have given me a new perspective.

He has reminded me of something that I once knew.....something that I'd just forgotten.

Give the cup of cold water and God will do the judging.