I ran my card through the pump and it started running. But within a few seconds he started looking at me and asked, "How much should I pump here?"
The question didn't register at first, and he asked again. He seemed concerned. It was just a few gallons, and my response after a few seconds was, "That will get you home." He thanked me, got in his car, and drove away.
Only five seconds later, I had climbed into my own car and the scriptures started playing in my head. I knew that, while I had been willing to serve when asked, in reality I had failed.
"If a man ask thee for thy coat, give him thy cloak also... and if he compel thee to travel with him a mile, go with him twain."
It hadn't even occurred to me to fill up his tank until he was gone. He was already having a rough day, and that one small and simple gesture would have been enough to change it from awful to miraculous. It would have been an extra $50. $50 for a miracle in someone's life, and I missed the opportunity.
Man. I still have an awfully long way to go.
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