Speaking of giving with a smile

July 20, 2012 — 5 Comments

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 is 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 12:31-44


Until you have given up your self to Him you will not have a real self.  C.S. Lewis


I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me.
The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God,
who loved me and gave himself for me.
Galatians 2:20


The solution to stinginess is a reorientation
to the generosity of Christ in the gospel,
where He poured out His wealth for you.

Because of the gospel you don’t have to worry about money:
the cross proves God’s care for you and gives you security.
Because of the gospel you don’t have to envy anyone else’s money:
Jesus’ love and salvation confer on you a remarkable status—
one that money cannot give you. Tim Keller

5 responses to Speaking of giving with a smile


    In the tiny church I attend here in Aroostook County, everyone can see who gives and who doesn’t to the offering, who gives a check and who gives dollar bills wadded together to look like more than they are. It’s been an obstacle enough for me that sometimes it keeps me from getting out of bed on a Sunday morning. Lately I’ve just accepted that I’m going to give the dollars that I have. That my God is a God of abundance, and that what I’m giving is His. Not that it makes it much easier.


      I’m thankful both that God is a God of abundance and that He doesn’t keep a chart of who gives what, and that those dollars are precious to Him.


      Hey marzipanj, don’t let those Philistines get you down! (smile) love, t


        Gosh, that shouldn’t be “Philistines”…but “Pharisees”!
        Living in our original culture, or any culture for some time, we start to absorb the values around us. Yesterday I drove to a neat new fruitstand, but was headed off by a blonde in a BIG vehicle. Of course I instantly hated her, and snubbed her in the market, while being friendly to the marketman. As soon as I left my conscience “smote” me – bad. Just because this kind of attitude was “in the air” was no reason for me to embrace it. I need to breathe out the love of Jesus – even to blondes in big cars. I find it harder to be different in my own culture than in a foreign one, where I’m always different.

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