I gave him a dollar but didn't tell him why. . . .

Last Friday, a homeless man approached me at the car wash. He told me he was down on his luck and that he had just gotten out of jail. He asked if I had a dollar I could spare. In the past, I would have just said no I don't have anything to give you and gone about my business. This time, however, I knew I had a dollar in my pocket, and I definately did not need it for anything special. So, I gave it to him. He reacted as if he had already been turned down by so many--he was so excited over a dollar. He walked away, and I never said anything. I could have told him Jesus loves him. I could have told him I was giving it to him, but it was God's dollar. God gives us opportunities to share our faith, I hope next time my eyes are open to that.