In 2007, I arrived late at church for the midweek bible study. I took the first available seat next to a very well dressed man. We greeted each other after praise and worship was over and opened up our bibles to follow along with the pastor. About half an hour into the service I heard very softly “Give him $10.” I looked to my left then to my right no one was speaking. In my purse I had two 10 dollar bills for the offering. Another ten minutes went by again I heard give him $10. This time I looked behind me, everybody was either taking notes or reading their bible. I did not know what to do. The opportunity presented when we bowed our head to pray over the offering, I drop the money in his open hand never making eye contact. As soon as the pastor said Amen I took off.
The following Sunday, I went to the first service on purpose. I was afraid that I offended the man and he was going to confront me the next time he sees me. I hated confrontation back then. I almost made it out of the church until someone taped me on the shoulder. Walking toward me with a big smile was the man in hot pursuit with his wife and kids. There was no way out so I took a deep breath and started with an apology but his wife gave me a bear hug and thanked me profusely. Someone had wiped out their account and he needed ten dollar for gas to go to work the next day. She explained that God told him to go to church, so he obeyed and drove on E. And I obeyed also and did my part by giving him the money. We both heard the still small voice from within where the Spirit of the Living God resides.