"The King will reply, 'Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one
of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.'"
-Matthew 25:40
Yesterday, my husband came home smelling of gasoline, and I asked him if he'd filled up our tank and accidentally spilled some on himself. He said that he hadn't, and that the reason he smelled like gasoline was because he had helped out an older woman on the side of the road who had run out of gas. He gave her a ride to the gas station, where she bought a few gallons of gasoline, and then drove her back to her car on the side of the road.
I wasn't too surprised--this is the sort of kind thing my husband does all the time--but a smile of gladness crept on my face nonetheless. He doesn't think twice about helping another human being in need, and this is one of the things I love about him.
I would like to think that if I had been in his position I would have stopped, taken 20 minutes out of my day, and helped her out. But I'm just not sure I would have. As a woman, I wouldn't have felt as comfortable as my husband letting a stranger in the car, but I could have helped her in other ways. Let her borrow my cell phone if she didn't have one on her, or driven to the gas station myself to buy some gas for her. Still, I'm embarrassed to admit, I'm not sure it would have even crossed my mind to stop to help. I probably would have assumed that she had someone on the way, or that someone else driving by would pull over and help her.
I'm quite sure that not stopping to help did not cross my husband's mind. He is much kinder than me, and he inspires me all the time to become a more generous person, a more giving person, a better person.
