A Man Sitting on His Shoes

I'm walking home from the bus when I see a man sitting on the ground barefoot. He is barefoot because he is using his shoes to keep him off the wet ground. It is raining slightly and the man looks cold.

I want to do something for him, but what? I reach into my pocket for my change before deciding to pull out my wallet. I grab a few thousand won and hand it to him. I put my wallet away and cross the street.

"Is that all you can do?" my heart cries.

"He's Korean. I don't speak Korean. What more could I do?" I reply.

I walk to the bus stop thinking about the man sitting on his shoes. Could I have done more? How do I communicate with someone who speaks a different language? How do I show Christ's love without words?

After I got on the bus, I went home where it is dry and away from the cold. I can't stop thinking about the man sitting on his shoes. Guilt tries to come in, but I know guilt is not needed. Action is needed. But what action? I'm in a foreign land with a foreign language. What can I do? God has called me to stand up and stand out, but how?

This man sitting on his shoes has stirred something inside me.