God is angry

A few weeks ago, while we were in Indianapolis doing the baseball thing, I went out for a walk. I was in search of bottled water to use for formula (which I hate, but that's another story for another day). Apparently, no one in Indianapolis gets thirsty after 11 pm, because all the pharmacies were closed. That, or there's some seriously dehydrated people there. What was open were bars and the like. I don't think they make a lot of dough on purified baby water, so I kept walking.
If you've every been in the downtown area you've seen the really lovely Circle Fountain area. It puts Lexington's traffic circle to shame in every way, but again, I am getting sidetracked. Anyhoo, just before I came to the circle/fountain I walked past the alley behind our hotel and there were about 3 homeless people sleeping on the hard, dark road. I prayed for them, and kept walking. Partly because I am a chicken and partly because my husband would kill me if I attempted to help someone in a an alley. At night. Alone. You get the point.
It was one of those out-of-sight, out-of-mind moments that we've all had. You see someone on the curb, holding up a "will work for food" sign, thank the Lord it isn't you, and as soon as the light changes, forget all about it. I do it. We all do.
So, I am still walking, looking for someone to provide some H2O that doesn't come out of the tap and I start hearing this noise. Now, I was hearing alot of things - traffic, people coming out of bars, motorcycles, the splashing of the fountain etc., but this was annoying. And loud.
There were 3 men "preaching" on a street corner. One of them had a megaphone, letting us know that God is Angry. Just in case we weren't hearing his tirade, another guy was wearing one of those sandwich boards with the same phrase on the front and back. I know that there are things that make God angry. Scripture tells us so, but all I could think was, um, yea, He's ticked at you nimrods for standing around yelling like ninnies, when there are homeless people one block away from you who need to know He LOVES them. He wants the BEST for them. He has PLANS for them. His heart BREAKS for them.............
The next day, Lainey and I went out for some fresh air and one of the homeless guys was sitting on the corner with a cup. She had some change in her hand that she had scooped up from the coffee table and I told her to give it to him. She said "why mama?" and I simply told her that he needed it more than she did. She marched her little self right up to him and dropped it in there. No qualms about losing her precious loot, and we went about our morning.
That night after the game, we were headed back to the car and there was a man playing the violin with his case open for donations. He wasn't very good at it, but he was trying. As we were approaching him (and by we, I mean me, the double stroller, one baby bjorn, a backpack and three small children) Lainey said she "needed a dollar". Thank the Lord, I had one in my pocket, because I wasn't about to dig through the diaper bag. Then my sweet girl instructed me to roll her up there, because "he needs it".

And God was not angry.