Will You Be Remembered?


It was a busy day in the square. He leaned against the wall where he could see the gateway, listening to his friends chat as he watched the crowds. Many people came to the temple, most dropped an offering into the containers by the door. A few large, some small, but most somewhere in between.

Then he saw something that arrested his attention. A woman, small, poorly dressed, walking up to the offering boxes by the doors. Actually, a lot of people noticed her, most with that special distain people reserve for homeless beggars. He watched silently as she dropped a couple of cents through the slot. Most never saw it having already dismissed her as nobody, and turned away. The few that did gazed at her with clear looks of condemnation for giving such a stingy offering, but not the teacher.

Rising up, he gestured for his companions attention. They stopped talking and gazed expectantly, waiting for him to reveal a fresh nugget of wisdom. He gestured to the woman, and said, “Did any of you see what she did?” One or two had, and having seen how small the offering was, braced themselves for a scathing condemnation of her miserly offering.” But instead the teacher said, “She gave more than all the others.” One rose up and said, “What do you mean? She only tossed in a few pennies, I saw her.”  The teacher replied, Yes, and most gave what was easy and comfortable, but not her. No my friends, she gave her all, every penny.” He continued, “She did this because she knows the Father, and knows she can trust Him to provide.”

The others all gave out of a sense of duty, obligation, or pride, not all bad reasons, but not what the Father is really wanting. But her gift, small though it may be, thrilled Father, because it came from a heart abounding in love. Her extravagant gift has touched the His Heart as none of the others because if came not from a place of obedience and duty, but from a place of intimacy, of overflowing love. She gave not because she had to, but because she wanted to. Her desire was for the Lover of Her Soul, and no other. Because of that she will be remembered and spoken of until the end of times.

Will you be remembered?

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About hisfool

I am a pilgrim on a journey, one which I pray leads to the day when I stand before the throne of God and hear "Well Done!" Along the way I have encountered good times and bad, been wounded and healed, fallen only to rise again. It does not make me any better, but perhaps, it makes me a little wiser and I pray a little more compassionate.
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