Trust me, no one knows that better than me!
If someone I knew came up to me and said "I know someone who needs a kidney and you're a match, can you help her?" I'd probably do it - simply because the people who would ask this of me are good friends and they know my heart. This knowing about the person that it would be going to is difficult.
I think most people would help a friend, or offer help to someone is a nice person. On another site, I had "christians" call me some of the most offensive names I have ever heard, and I have heard some vulgar ones in my life, and Romans 12 says that I should return curse with blessing. And my human instinct says, "Why should I offer blessing to a jerk who just insulted me?"
But it strengthened me. I used to ask God why I had to endure this, online and off, and in response, was expected to love people who hated me when they didn't even know my name, or had spoken to me in person. It wasn't for their benefit as much as it was mine. It was to show me REAL tough love. As the Gospel says, anyone loves those that love them, but loving those who don't love you is REAL love.
So, you only want to consider this operation and offer your organ if they deserve it. It's conditional love. It's normal. Who among us doesn't know that feeling.
Did you earn Salvation, and only then, would Jesus sacrifice himself for you?
Did you have to do something before God would love you? Or was all of that offered first, in hopes that you would do so for your neighbor?
It's tough. That's tough love. It's hard. It's difficult. It goes against everything the World says you should do. You have to humble yourself when the World stresses being the top. It says you must offer love, offer generosity, for its own sake, when the World demand Tit for Tat. It challenges you to love everyone, not just those who love you, but your enemies, too, and understand that they, too, are loved by God, and probably need God more than anyone.
So, this is a challenge. If you aren't up for it, there will be others. You will have to offer compassion to someone who badmouthed you, but had their heart broken, and needs someone's help. You will have an opportunity to help a neighbor that would never even hold the door open for you if your arms were full of groceries. You will have to be patient to a friend who is an hour late that explodes if you are 5 minutes late.
It's a process, and you get to draw the line, and say, "no, I'm sorry. That's asking too much." And tomorrow, another challenge awaits to help your love grow.
I honestly don't know what I would do. I think I would confront the person. I would say, "You know what? I'm a match. I can help you. I just don't know if I want to. I would have to think about it long and hard even if it was my brother or friend I loved dearly. It would still be asking a lot of me, so, you, having done some really terrible things, is kind of like burning your bridges, and then asking me to build you a bridge now. What am I going to do? I don't know. My faith says that I should offer it because I should love my neighbor as myself. My being, though, says, "Why should I? You've done terrible things to others, so now it is coming back on you, your own karma. Your actions have a reaction. You alienated others, then turn to us and ask us for help. Yes, I can, but I don't know if I want to, and we both know you don't deserve it. Now, sleep on that, knowing that a lot of my decision is based on your own actions, a fate you have created yourself."
So, ask yourself this: Could you live with yourself if you said, No, sorry?
If yes, then no is a pretty good option. If you couldn't, then you can say no, and live with the heaviness of heart.
Don't they sell organs on eBay, anyway?
Our prayers are with you. I don't blame you either way, and neither should you.
