It would be much easier if I could pick whom I would like to be charitable towards. If I could choose the who, the how, and the why, charity would be a lot more convenient for me. And many times, I do get to choose whom I will be charitable towards. But sometimes life just happens, and I get to decide if I am going to have mercy on someone I would not choose.
The person that I do not get to choose to be charitable towards is not like me. They may not vote like me, sound like me, or smell like me. They may or may not have my sensibilities. They most likely will not be on my schedule. And they may not have all of my good habits that have formed my life just the way I want it. I cannot control how they will act. I cannot control what they will say. I cannot control what they will need. I cannot control how much help they will need. Yes, yes, yes, I must make sure I am taking care of myself, but that is usually not my problem. My problem is I usually am so busy taking care of myself that I will not go out of my way to show mercy to someone that I do not choose.
But by chance, people who need mercy will cross my path. It will just happen. Then I get to decide, not the who I will be merciful towards, but if I will show mercy and how much and often.
This will be costly. It will throw me off my schedule. And I will have to interact with someone who is not like me but who needs my help.The easy thing to do would be to cross the road and pretend like I did not see them. That would be the easy reaction for me but not for the one who needs charity.
To be sure, I do not have to be charitable, unless I want to follow Jesus in his way. I do not have to show mercy, unless I want to be a bad priest outside the Kingdom of God. So, I do not get to choose who I just get to decide if I will show mercy. That choose will align me with God’s Kingdom or make me an outsider in his Kingdom. That is the way of the Kingdom, and I cannot choose to be in the Kingdom by making up my own rules.
Life has left us beaten and hurting on the side of the road, and many passed by but Jesus stopped for us. He bandage our wounds and covered them in healing oils. He took care of us and paid the price for our recovery. Now we get to choose, will we go and do likewise. Choose.