By Connie Tiborc
I like to make scones and distribute them amongst the homeless in the area where they usually congregate.
One such day it was 6pm and I had two scones left, but my blood sugar was dropping and my only thought at that stage was to buy some balanced food for myself. As I was rushing along I passed another homeless person. Her placard said “My name is Emma and I’m hungry”.
My mental reaction was selfish.
“Blow! Not another one. I’ve got to eat myself!” 
Connie Tiborc
Walking past her, less than a meter away, I felt a tug at the back of my neck. It was my conscience.
I turned back and asked Emma,”Do you want some scones?” “Yes, please,” she replied.
At that moment an elderly bedraggled aboriginal man came by and stood facing her. He reached into his pocket, took out a $5 note and some coins and dropped them into her lap.
“Thank you” she said.
My eyes welled up with tears. He reminded me of the poor woman at the temple offering box when Jesus was sitting there. Jesus commended her, “out of her poverty, she put in everything- all she had to live on.” Would He have said that of the aboriginal donor? I learnt a lesson from him that day.
Connie is a pensioner and attends the Oikos Fellowship in Perth
