I had an interesting experience last night that has got me thinking. We were sitting in the living room watching a movies when someone knocked on the door. Thinking it was the neighbors, I jumped up and answered . It was a nervous looking lady wearing a hoody pulled tight around her head. She looked to be hooked on something that doesn't do nice things to a body. She mumbled something about how she was walking up the street going to another street and she needed a match or a lighter for a cigarette. I was kind of confused, said, "Okay!" and shut the door in her face. I ran to my room to grab some matches, went back to the door, and handed her some matches. I said, "They're strike anywhere!" and shut the door in her face again. Afterwords, I felt kind of bad for her. I mean, I don't know if she was some sort of drugged up serial killer or just a nervous lady down on her luck. Maybe she was just scouting to see if we had anything cool, or maybe she needed some food. Should I have done something different? How does a Christian balance compassion with personal safety?
I am going to pray for wisdom, and I am going to keep a round chambered.