There is a village far from here that I have never visited. Apparently I cared for a very sick baby who lived there. He died from malaria. One of the younger men who works at the hospital approached me today and called me aside in private. His parents, wife and children live in that remote village but he rents room here in Bere so he can work at the hospital. I have helped him with food and some other things in the past... He told me his mother was so grateful that I helped him and I cared for that baby. She sent her son to me with a sack containing 9 eggs--40km in rainy season over horrible flooded muddy roads. It was pouring rain (3" in a few hours). He humbly presented this gift of thanks.
I'm telling you, Im not sure I've ever received a better gift in my life.
I know perhaps not everyone reading this reads the bible but I was reminded of the story of the woman who gave a puny offering
but it represented all she had.
Today a woman I never met gave me all that she had. And I'm the one who is supposed to do the helping and giving.
I hope I will give as much when it's my turn to prove it. Some days this place breaks me and other days it lifts me sky high.
-Mason
The Widow’s Offering
Mark 12:42-44
42 But a poor widow came and put in two very small copper coins, worth only a few cents.
43 Calling his disciples to him, Jesus said, “Truly I tell you, this poor widow has put more into the treasury than all the others. 44 They all gave out of their wealth; but she, out of her poverty, put in everything—all she had to live on.”
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