Luke 21:1-4New King James Version (NKJV)
The Widow’s Two Mites
21 And He looked up and saw the rich putting their gifts into the treasury, 2 and He saw also a certain poor widow putting in two mites. 3 So He said, “Truly I say to you that this poor widow has put in more than all; 4 for all these out of their abundance have put in offerings for God,[a] but she out of her poverty put in all the livelihood that she had.”
When it comes to giving we generally steer clear of the rich young ruler who was told to divide up his property and to sell it all and give it to the poor. Why, because we really don’t want to identify with that guy. As little as we may or may not have, we certainly don’t want to part with all our stuff.
Jesus emphasized the role the widow had who gave all that she had. In fact, he said that she gave more than all the rest who had given their tithes.
No, I’m not telling you to divide your wealth and to give to the poor, but it probably wouldn’t hurt to part with some of your stuff. In fact, some of the stuff is more than likely holding you back for a great wealth that comes through the experience of being one-to-one with God’s children.
More likely than not, our stuff separates us from people. It separates us as we attempt to protect our valuables from others and to denote our prestige among others, our pecking order so to speak. No one wants to reign at the bottom and so we put on a front to prove the worth of our existence.
King James Bible
For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.
And we all know where our heart is. Our heart is with our stuff: it remains with our jobs, our identity, our cars and clothes and latest electronic gadget. It comes with a position in life: with our family, our personal signature such as our haircuts, clothes and food. No matter, we tend to gravitate around this for we need constant reminders of who we are.
This is the sole reason for mirrors. The mirrors teach us, dictate to us who we are. Even though we are actually located somewhere behind the pair of eyes we see in our reflection, we nonetheless proclaim we are that outward body, that forsaken soul that always comes up short and empty.
The challenge then is to muster up: give a lot of what you have and witness the joy experienced that when you are broke, you must then become dependent upon God to supply your daily needs.
In the absence of doing any of that: reduce yourself to giving two lousy mites. And what would be two mites, today might be the small sum of merely two dollars. Give that to homeless person and what the joy on his face. The outcome is somewhere between being stingy and experience the thrill of having given more than anyone else. For a while we would possess the statue of the widow who only gave her two mites.