The road to Damascus

This morning as I was reading Acts 9, the story of Paul's conversion, my heart was moved toward repentance about a recent experience. Someone had given my number to a man at the Day Center for the homeless. This man called me and claimed to be ready for change and wanted to know about Celebrate Recovery. Of coarse I spoke with him and encouraged him to come, but in the back of my mind I was doubting his sincerity. I was surprised when he did show up to our meeting, but once again I doubted the sincerity of his over enthusiastic talk, and wondered what his real motives were. Today I realized I was just like the disciples doubting Paul's conversion. Were my feelings right or wrong, I don't know. Only time will tell. I do know though that I was wrong for putting this man in the same category as others I had seen before, that went as quickly as they came. It is not for me to judge. Maybe he really had his Damascus road experience, and if he didn't, how do I God doesn't want to use me to help him get to that point. I think the tiredness I spoke of yesterday clouds my vision. Discernment or judgement? I really don't know which it was. Either way my repentance comes for doubting God's plan for someone, simply because they made me feel uncomfortable. Maybe I need a new Damascus road experience to see more clearly.