incidence

At the station today, 3 young men yelled at me "Hey!"
I turned my face to them.
"Do you have 2 spare dollars?"
"Sorry, I don't"
Then, they swore at me.
Walking on the street, I got quite angry. First of all, they yelled at me "Hey!", did not even say "excuse me". Who is the one asking for favour? They were the ones asking for favour! Whether to help them or not was up to me. I didn't owe them. And they had the attitude.
I didn't have the spare money, and even if I had, I would not give them just for their bad attitude.
Why do I see young men like that a lot?
While I was feeling angry, I was thinking, it's in times like these I really wish there will really be a hell burning for an extended period of time, to let them know what they deserve.
Though I had another thought, they need the gospel, too; they could actually become Christians.
And then I had another thought, even if I could, I would not share the gospel with them, let them perish.
Then I realized just how evil my thoughts were.
Luke 9:
51 ¶ And it came to pass, when the time was come that he should be received up, he steadfastly set his face to go to Jerusalem,  52And sent messengers before his face: and they went, and entered into a village of the Samaritans, to make ready for him.  53And they did not receive him, because his face was as though he would go to Jerusalem.  54And when his disciples James and John saw this, they said, Lord, wilt thou that we command fire to come down from heaven, and consume them, even as Elias did?  55But he turned, and rebuked them, and said, Ye know not what manner of spirit ye are of.  56 For the Son of man is not come to destroy men's lives, but to save them. And they went to another village. 
Comparing the way I think to the way my Saviour thinks, I feel so short of His glory.
What happened to me was simply a few ungrateful young men, what happened to Yahshua was being crucified innocently, and that He volunteered for it. No one took His life, He freely gave it away.
Pondering on His story, His character, I feel embarrassed; yet again, feel attracted to His beauty, and actually feeling proud for worshiping a God like that.

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