$1.12 – pocket change! Not even enough to a buy a coffee at Tim Horton’s, but more than enough to break my heart.
It’s easy to get caught up in ourselves and in our busyness. Especially this time of year. We can miss the little reminders from the most unremarkable people, that we are called to do more than to just live for our own pleasures.
I had a committee meeting at the church one night and while we were talking, a group of volunteers came in to unload the church bus. Every Monday night (and the 3rd Thursday of the month), a different group of volunteers goes into the city to distribute food and clothing, and to build relationships with the homeless and those who need a little extra help. We call it Street Connection.
As we were packing up, I noticed a hand-written note on the counter. It was written in pencil on a torn piece of paper towel, and with it, a small pile of change: 1 looney , 1 dime and 2 pennies. $1.12. The note read: “A donation for Street Connection from downtown”.
“Nothing is more humbling
than when the poor give to us.”
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“Sitting across from the offering box, Jesus was observing how the crowd tossed money in for the collection. Many of the rich were making large contributions. One poor widow came up and put in two small coins – a measly two cents. Jesus called His disciples over and said, ‘The truth that this poor widow gave more to the collection than all the others put together. All the others gave what they’ll never miss, she gave extravagantly what she couldn’t afford – she gave her all.’” Mark 12:41-44 MSG
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(This post first appeared on Jennsmidlifecrisis on January 17, 2012)