The Farm Power Show was coming up and the boys wanted to go. We had free tickets to go so we may as well. And then it looked like Seth would be in Kansas trucking a load for Pioneer, again. So, I told the kids we would still go and they were excited!
We parked in the free lot and rode the shuttle to the event center. We got to sit in the very back.
I'm grateful to the gentleman who looked under the seat to make sure Eliza hadn't left any of her treasures behind (she brought a backpack but still had to hold everything outside of the bag). And I'm grateful to the gentleman on the return trip who helped Eden gather her things. Apparently, a trip of 10 blocks was enough time for her to pilfer through her bag and get a few things out.
While waiting for the shuttle back to the van, we had a nice conversation with a man from Winterset whose wife is homeschooling. Funny how walking around on a school day with 4 school-aged children just screams homeschoolers.
I wasn't sure if the kids would get in free or not, so I had reduced price tickets for them just in case. Gladly, they weren't needed and I was able to bless some others with them.
Looking down into the Iowa Event Center where there was a lot of big, expensive equipment. Emmet was rattling off all the Claas combine numbers and which ones are bigger or smaller and where they're made, etc. They picked up some more literature to read or maybe memorize!
There was some equipment that the kids could climb on and dream about.
Emmet was fond of all the skid loaders.
We walked and we walked and we walked and we walked some more. We only had one incident or two where a child was grumping. Then I had to remind them of their pledge earlier in the morning . . . no complaining.
We saw some family, friends and neighbors while walking around.
Early in our trip, we found my dad who decided at the last minute to come to the show. Lucky for us, he wanted to walk around with us for the whole time we were there. I let Ephraim lead the way and he made sure that we saw it all.
The children were all in charge of their own bags. They got some free candy, a pencil or two, a pad of paper or two and a small flashlight. Toward the end they got the walking sticks from the Fellowship of Christian Farmers. It's a good thing we left after that because I was worried we would trip someone with the sticks.
Now, if you're keeping track, we got in for free. We parked for free. And we ate for cheaper than they were selling concession stand food. It was $8-11 for a meal! Earlier, I had spent $20 at Hy-Vee on our way to the show. That would end up feeding my crew, my dad . . . . and the homeless man on the corner.
Earlier, when we arrived at the event center, there was a homeless man on a street corner. I couldn't read his sign and we weren't in the right lane. As our shuttle left the show, we went past the same intersection and there was a different homeless man there with a small, 8x11 cardboard sign that I couldn't read.
We were reunited with our van and I was convicted. We had some of our lunch left over. I didn't need to bring it back home. And then my brain went crazy.
The cons: What are you thinking? You have the kids with you.
He could do something bad. It isn't safe.
You don't have to go through that intersection to go home.
He probably doesn't need it anyway.
He doesn't want a half empty box of Pringles and three slices of the large bologna, some leftover oreos. And what about the bananas. They've been in the cold and are turning black.
He'll probably spend the cash on alcohol.
The pros: You have the kids with you. This could be a powerful message for them.
You could be the hands and feet of Jesus.
You can circle the block and stop where he is.
You still have that "coupon" from Hope Ministries that promotes their shelter and meals.
It is zero degrees outside and you have an extra pair of gloves in the van to give away.
He'd probably appreciate whatever I can give him, even if it is a half empty box of Pringles, three slices of bologna, leftover cookies, child-sized drink pounces and bag of m&ms. The bananas are still good enough.
You actually have some cash on hand to give him, even if it is $5.
So, we did it. We circled over the interstate and correctly navigated the one-way streets so we could meet up with the homeless man on the corner. I'd packed our items in one of my cloth grocery bags and would have them ready to hand out my open window (and really only opened enough to get the bag out, still trying to be safe).
His sign read: HOMELESS, ANY BIT HELPS
His mouth said: THANK YOU! GOD BLESS!
What'd we give him? Two buns with bologna. Some oreo cookies. A small bag of M&Ms. The half empty can of Pringles. Five dollars. Two drink pouches. Some less than perfect bananas. A yellow pair of work gloves. The "coupon" that promotes Hope Ministries and how they can help the homeless.
God can use what you have. Don't make excuses for not having enough or not having the right items. Don't make excuses for not being in the right lane. You can change directions and find a way. A small gesture can have a huge impact.
After we left, I told the children what just happened and why we did it. I left it at that and let it soak in. Did it make an impact?
I got my answer that night. It was 9:00 and Emmet comes out of his room to me on the couch, sobbing.
"Mom, where's . . . . that homeless . . . . man going . . . to sleep? It is 2 degrees out."
(You have to understand that Emmet is my literal, math kid. It isn't cold out, he has to know the exact temperature. It isn't 12;00, it is 11:58 or 12:01.)
"Mom, what's he . . . going to . . . eat tomorrow?"
"Mom, what if . . . doesn't have any blankets?"
"Mom, it makes me want to take some of my toys back and give him more money."
And we had a heart-to-heart for a while on the couch. I answered his questions as best I could. I assured him that the gentleman hopefully found a ride to the shelter or started walking before it got dark. I assured him that our food would last two days or he could get a hot meal from the shelter. I told him all that the shelter has to offer for food, blankets, hope, etc. I assured him that we gave what we could with what we had in the van. And finished it up with why we did what we did.
We were the hands and feet of Jesus on a cold day with some pathetic leftovers but it made a lastly impact on all involved.
Matthew 25:35-40
37 “Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? 38 When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? 39 When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’
40 “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.’



