Real Life Super-Heroe. Real Live Offering
February 8, 2013
I don’t know her name. She is so bent over that I can’t really see what she looks like. I can’t stop thinking about this old wrinkled lady. I am spellbound. I am awe struck.
Every Sunday without fail, bent over at 90 degrees from a painful back, barely able to keep her eyes from the floor to look ahead, she comes to the church alone. She walks snail-paced to the front of the church, gives her offering, walks back to the back of the church, and sits. I don’t know how much she puts in the offering basket, but from the way she is dressed and from how malnourished she looks, I wouldn’t have thought that it was much – not to the world anyway. She looked so poor that she seemed like she didn’t have anything. She looked like she had so little that you wonder how she actually managed to find something to give. Last Sunday, she came in and brought a live rooster as an offering.
‘As he looked up, Jesus saw the rich putting their gifts into the temple treasury. He also saw a poor widow put in two very small copper coins. ‘I tell you the truth,’ he said, ‘this poor widow has put in more than all the others. All these people gave their gifts out of their wealth; but she out of her poverty put in all she had to live on.’ Luke 21:6
Humbled. Inspired. She is the truly rich one. Lord, give me a heart like hers.
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