Two Eggs

Two Eggs

No matter what is going on in my life, I never want to overlook moments of sweetness that surface in unexpected moments. Two weeks ago Morris and I were guests at a corps. The vibrant worship and large number of children and youth who attended inspired us. We were privileged to be there. As the service concluded, we were shaking hands at the door when kindness met us with a purity that quickened our hearts with humility. In the midst of a long line of soldiers greeting us with their warm handshakes and ‘Ahsante Sana’, a lady gently reached into her purse and placed a fresh egg in each of our hands. We were speechless. A fragile token of appreciation carefully brought from home and watched cautiously so that it would not be broken, was now tenderly given to us with the warmest smile of gratitude. These foreign leaders had come to be with her people that day and she was grateful.  How could we respond adequately? We returned her gesture with a soft touch and a ‘thank you’ that was surely insufficient. Two eggs. The widow’s mite. We had never received such a sweet expression of gratitude. We would not forget.

It is not the size of your gift but the measure of your heart felt intention that truly matters.  Giving when only God knows the sacrifice. An offering that blesses another is not equated with size. Or maybe it is.

Luke 21:1-4 (The Message) “Just then Jesus looked up and saw the rich people dropping offerings in the collection plate. Then he saw a poor widow put in two pennies. He said, “The plain truth is that this widow has given by far the largest offering today. All these others made offerings that they’ll never miss; she gave extravagantly what she couldn’t afford—she gave her all!”