Who Is Poor? Who Is Rich?

I was drinking a soda at the metro train. A beggar black woman murmured something to me, and I guessed that she was asking me cash. I habitually replied "Sorry. I have no money." She made a disappointing look on her face, but she said again with a much clear tone, "Soda." I then realized that she wanted to have my soda. I said, "I already touched it. Is that ok?" She reached out her hand to me. I finally handed over my soda to her, and she quickly grabbed it and started to drink in a flurry. I was inwardly thankful to God for giving me this opportunity to help the poor woman.

This episode gave me a great lesson about how I can figure out my long-term troubles with God's perspective. I previously thought I am one of the most miserable with unbearable psychological sufferings compared to other ordinary people. On the other hand, the biggest problem for her life was just to eat some food and taste a soda. I had what she is eager to have while she had what I wanted to have so far; she was a woman. Who is poor? Who is rich? I was neither miserable nor affluent in front of her. She was just my sister, and I was just her brother in Jesus Christ. I also realized that I am no longer a worthless person. My hand, which was accused of sins, could deliver her what she wanted. It is obviously a very small charitable act that anybody can do, yet I was blissful to know "I was used as a path of God's love." God loves her as He loves me. It may be a Christian principle of loving neighbors and enemies.