God gives us children to humble us. Imagine for a moment Yours Truly jogging down the side of the road dressed to the nines in a dress shirt, pants and shoes. That was my morning this morning.
It didn't start that way, but these things never do. Instead of driving Caleb to preschool myself, we decided to make it a family affair. It was a nice change of pace...right up until we ran out of gas. Not cool!
I got out of the van and saw a lady nearby walking around to her backyard. Jean stayed in the van while I tried to tactfully follow her around the house. I caught up with her just as she was pulling her lawn tractor out of the small barn. I approached and politely asked if she had any gas she could spare. She replied, "I'm sorry. I don't have any gas for you." And it was said not in that "I really wish I could help you, but I have no way to do so" kind of way. Instead, it came across in that dismissive "I don't want to be bothered by your plight" tone. Even after I tried to explain that I had a wife and family stranded in the van, she would not be moved. And to add insult to injury, I glanced inside the barn as I talked and noticed at least three gas cans sitting there. Needless to say, I walked away fuming internally.
I made my way back to the van and explained the situation to Jean. I gave the boys a quick pep talk about keeping a positive mental attitude (even though I wasn't having much of a PMA myself). Assessing my very limited options, I decided to make the 1-mile trek to the gas station on foot. So I headed off running down the road in my dress clothes.
And as I ran past the lady's house I was looking for her in order to give her the stink eye. No such luck. :)
I had gotten about a half mile when a young guy pulled up in a car. He told me had talked to Jean and had come looking for me. He very graciously drove me to the gas station and drove me back to the van. Then he stayed long enough to ensure that the van would start. (The boys wanted to make sure that I told him that they thought he was a Good Samaritan.) Indeed he was.
Once I got back into the van after it was all over, Jean and I began lamenting our experience. She then shared with me what Caleb had said while I was on my early morning run. In talking about the lady who shunned me, he said, "Even if she isn't nice to us, we still need to be nice to her." Ouch! What a sobering reminder of how Jesus would want us to respond in such situations.
We pastors need to hear sermons, even if they come from a 5-year-old.