Reflection: We don’t really like to talk about our giving. I mean, how much do you earn? Will you share your salary with me? Not the kind of questions that win friends.
Our giving seems to be an intensely private affair. It’s as if we have taken the do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing verse to such extremes that we have excluded people from our giving, we have decided that our generosity should be shrouded in secrecy.
But I suspect that kind of secrecy is isolating. A brave woman in Kolkata taught me that living in the freedom of generosity should be a shared experience of community and not a solo endeavour.
She showed me the power of generosity when she and her friends, after receiving a living wage for the first time after years in captivity, took their very first pay packets, sat down in a circle and dumped the contents into a pile so that they could divide it up and share it with their friends.
The widow’s offering and a woman in Kolkata. These women have taught me about radical giving, about the kingdom of heaven.
I’d like to say that I want to put in everything, I want to trust God like the widow who gave all that she had, but at this point I’d be happy with even the willingness to put in everything, to trust God to provide.
Prayer: Give me the willingness, Lord, to put in everything, to live in the freedom of generosity that you laid down your life for. Amen.