Good for Nothing
Doing good for its own sake
One May evening my husband and I walked home from prayer meeting. As he went to lock our pickup truck parked in front of our apartment building, he found a man lying on the seat. He was clean, nicely dressed, and held a wine bottle.
The stranger explained that he had no place to spend the night. We told him he could stay with us if he got rid of the wine. We invited him in and gave him some food, and he spent a restful night in our apartment.
The next day Bill* said his stomach bothered him, so I gave him some herbal tea. As we talked, I asked why he wasn’t working. He said that he’d recently had cataract surgery and that he couldn’t see …