I'm assuming that those who do not want to accept gifts (for the cause) from a strip club is that they do not want to be seen as sanctioning something they consider to be morally wrong. I understand that. There is a "however," however.
Christmas is about the birth of Christ, so WWJD? He told us by his reaction to the woman at the well. He accepted the water gratefully, and told her graciously, "Go and sin no more." He was criticized mightily because he "hung out" with a hated tax collector, Matthew, who became a disciple. Mary Magdalene did not have a great reputation, but she became a close friend of the master and his apostles.
The strongest example that stands out in my mind is the story of the Good Samaritan. According to my pastor, there was mutual dislike and many cultural and religious differences between the Jews and the Samaritans, and yet, it was a Samaritan who stopped and helped the Jewish man who was lying by the side of the road, beaten and in dire need of help. Others, including a priest, had passed him by. The Samaritan paid for his medical care and room and board until he was well. Jesus told the story, and asked, "Which of these was a good neighbor?" The people, like those who have turned down the gifts, wouldn't say the word, "Samaritans," and answered, "The one who helped him." So, I think we know what Jesus would do.
I'm a bit of a prude myself, (surprise, surprise!
), so I also have a story.
One of the young girls with whom I had attended college was getting married, and her friends invited the entire music department to attend the shower, which was quite a distance away on route 70, a major, high speed highway. One of the professors, a nun, needed a ride, and I offered.
Going 65-70 mph on the highway in a very light drizzle, I lost complete control of the car. I remained out of control for at least a city block until I finally hit the metal medial and accordian pleated the entire driver's side of the car. Nevertheless, I was able to limp off the highway. We couldn't find a garage, so we looked for anywhere I could call my husband. We drove for miles, with the steering wheel turned at a very odd angle to keep the car straight, and found nothing. I had never hydroplaned before, and I hope it never happens again.
Finally, I saw a bar. I don't go into bars unless there is a respectable restaurant with
a bar. I had no choice, however, and knew that Sister could not possibly go in. (The funny thing is that she really enjoyed brandy, and I barely drink!) Well, I got off my high horse within a minute. The shock of the wreck finally got to me, and I began to shake. I couldn't even get my wallet open to pay for the call. Customers helped me to sit down, calm down, and the owner insisted that I use his personal phone. I have rarely met a kinder group of people. Somehow I think they knew I felt awkward about being in a bar, and they were exceptionally kind. They were my good Samaritans. The only thing lost that day was a car and a bit of self-righteousness.
"Judge not, lest ye be judged."