Christian Fiction: Faith, Doubt, and $30
by D.I. Telbat
Vicky Perkins turned off the TV and stared at the phone. The number was still on the card next to the calendar. It had been there for three days. The urge to call was still as strong as the moment she had heard the invitation.
Guatemala was getting pounded by rain for the third week in a row. They needed all the volunteers that could come. Families were homeless. Children were missing. Parents were lost. Disease was rampant.
Taking her checkbook from her purse, Vicky studied it again. Thirty dollars short of the ticket price. She didn’t have enough money, so why did she feel like God wanted her to go anyway?
Faith. The word seemed to bother her today. What was $30 where faith was concerned? Actually, she reasoned, $30 was a lot to her. Even part-time work hadn’t been consistent. But the whole plane ticket was fifteen times that! It was almost a full month’s rent, which she’d need if work slowed down even more.
Money. It was just a thing of the world, right? She crossed the room and picked up the card with the number on it. Shaking her head, she still didn’t dial. Was she really the type of Christian who believed in miracles? God wouldn’t give her the money out of thin air. God didn’t work like that.
Doubt. A strange land needed her, but she was just one woman. What difference could she possibly make? She wasn’t medically trained. She’d just get in the way. Not that she could go anyway, since she was $30 short.
Faith. She sighed. Back to that word. The money seemed so frivolous compared to such a calling. Wait. Was this a calling? It was a flood zone. She’d be back in a week. When she got back, she’d be broke. Would she still think it was a great idea?
Vicky picked up the phone and dialed the number. This wasn’t about her or her excuses. Her sister and mother wouldn’t understand, but she had to go. This was about love, caring for those in need. The Guatemalans needed help and they needed Christ.
“Hello, this is Vicky Perkins. I called you a few days ago.”
“Oh, Miss Perkins,” a woman said. “We still have a seat.”
“Okay, put me down.”
“You came up with the money? We’ll be able to cover everything but the ticket.”
“I understand. Put me down for one.”
“Wonderful! God provided, huh?”
“There is—” Vicky flinched. Had He provided? No, but it was okay. “God has His ways.”
“He sure does. We’ll see you in the morning.”
Vicky sat on the sofa and folded her hands. Smiling, she sat up straighter. She was finished doubting.
The next morning, on her way to the airport, she found an envelope of cash on the taxi seat. The taxi driver swore it wasn’t there after the last fare. He had cleaned the back himself.
“It must be a sign,” the driver told her, and said no more.
Vicky could only grin. The world would never understand. They would write off such an event as a coincidence. But a follower of Jesus Christ knew better.
Upon returning from Guatemala, Vicky was fired from her job for missing a week, even though it had been approved before she’d gone. She took the opportunity to become a full-time worker for a Christian aid organization.
Yesterday, she doubted. Today, she lives by faith. For tomorrow, God has made her a way.
The End of “”Faith, Doubt, and $30”
Author’s note: This story is inspired by true events, though the name has been changed. Many, like Vicky, have answered their calling to serve Christ with organizations like Samaritan’s Purse. There are several ways to volunteer with them: Operation Christmas Child, Disaster Relief , and World Medical Mission overseas. Check them out!