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Discussion in 'Other Reminiscences' started by Ken Anderson, Nov 10, 2021.
ha!ha!...yeah...that's exactly what you'd do...kind hearted ...
I could have written this (I think I've said that about other Ed Wilson posts.)
I also recall how long it took to crawl out of that pit, and find pleasure (healing?) in taking a little bit of that edge off for others who are in the same spot...especially when Powers That Be actively militate against responsible adults. Those folks deserve positive feedback from normal adults so they know that they are doing the right thing and that it's recognized.
I’ve given my share of money, groceries and clothes away but one event still sticks in my mind is when someone gave ME money.
When I was working with the Atlanta Union Mission a pastor friend of mine invited me to his church to hear a message he thought I’d appreciate.
I of course said I’d be there and I’d also try to bring a couple of program people with me, which I did.
Now, do imagine this. I didn’t even think about it but my friend is black ergo his congregation was probably black, which it was. Myself and my two students (both caucasian) sat in the second row of pews next to the Pastor’s wife. Maybe it’s because we were the only white people there but somehow, the word got around to a gentleman behind us that we were from the mission so when it was time for the collection plate to be passed, that gentleman, thinking we were all broke, tapped each of us on the shoulder and gave us each a $5.00 bill to put into the plate.
At first, a flash of pride went through my brain and I almost refused the money but then the spirit in which it was being offered hit and brought me to tears. He didn’t want us to feel embarrassed when the plate was offered but instead wanted us to feel included which is something I rarely found when it comes to a church’s acceptance of the homeless.
Bottom line is that yes, I put the fiver in the plate but instead of adding my own envelope to it I waited until I saw the Pastor after the service and gave my offering to him personally and out of site of the gentleman whom I prayed would be blessed mightily for his grace and giving.
I always remember this:
Jesus sat down opposite the place where the offerings were put and watched the crowd putting their money into the temple treasury. Many rich people threw in large amounts. But a poor widow came and put in two very small copper coins, worth only a few cents. Calling his disciples to him, Jesus said, “Truly I tell you, this poor widow has put more into the treasury than all the others. They all gave out of their wealth; but she, out of her poverty, put in everything—all she had to live on.”
Generosity is in proportion to the sacrifice.
You know what they say about great minds.