The dear aged sister’s body was crippled terribly with arthritis, but her face glowed with the radiance of many days of Christian living. The pastor and I were visiting this saint in a retirement home while I was in the community for a week of evangelistic services. The widow’s eyes lit up as we entered her room. “Oh pastor, I’m so glad to see you!” she said. “I’ve been expecting you. I have a dollar left from this month’s Social Security check, and I want to give it to you for the work of the church. I know it isn’t much, but maybe next month I can give you a dollar and a half!”
During the same week of services, the pastor and I made a visit to a very affluent farmer in the congregation. As we were leaving the man slipped the pastor $125 in cash for the work of the local congregation. However, he had given out of his abundance and surplus!
As I think about both of those contributions, my hunch is that the widow’s contribution of a dollar became a mightier transaction in God’s sight than the $125 given by the prosperous farmer, because the gift that counts is the gift that costs!
During the last week of Jesus’ public ministry, He observed how many of the rich would pass through the Treasury and drop their money in one of the receptacles there. If their gifts were large, they would hold their coins high, so that when hitting the metal receptacle they would make a lot of noise, thus arousing the attention of others.
As Jesus sat in the Treasury He also observed a certain poor widow” who meekly dropped two mites in the receptacle. A mite was the smallest of copper coins (equivalent to about an eighth of a cent). Since her contribution was two mites, her total offering was valued at about a quarter of a cent!
Not a very significant contribution! But Jesus said that her transaction – small as it was – was big business! Why? Because she had given everything! It was her next meal! It occurs to me that the measure of true giving isn’t the size of the gift, but what’s left over after the contribution’s been made!
November/December 1985