(Enters looking on the ground as though searching for something)
There. There it is.
(Picks up a coin and places it in a small pouch she is carrying)
I knew I’d lost a mite here not long ago. I’m so glad I found it.
(Contemplatively)
Two coins are not much to offer my God; but, they’re all I have and I gladly give them with my whole heart. He is a God, just and merciful. Remember what He did for our mother Ruth when she gave all her devotion to Naomi? He gave her handfuls of provision and more besides. Why, because she gave her all in love and tender care, she became the grandmother of King David. I dare not dream such dreams for myself; but He’ll see that I have food enough and even more to give. I know the law demands a tenth but I have so little, I’ll just give it all.
(Addresses the audience as though recounting an event to friends)
That’s what I was thinking before I went to the treasury that day. I just wanted to get there and worship God with my giving. I slipped past the men dressed in their finery. I hurried past the Pharisees and the ladies dressed in purple. In my haste, I didn’t see Jesus and his disciples as I went in because I’d hung my head. I was so ashamed of my meager offering.
(Apprehensively)
Ting. Ting. The sound of my two little coins seemed to echo through the treasury. Ting. Ting. That sound seemed to me a testimony of my poverty, of my lack. How condemning it sounded in light of the “thud” of mint and anise and cumin that the landowners and merchants were giving. It was so little compared to gifts of others being cast into the coffers. I would have cried except I could hear ringing in my heart the words of the Prophet Malachi:
(Animatedly)
10 Bring ye all the tithes into the storehouse, that there may be meat in mine house, and prove me now herewith, saith the LORD of hosts, if I will not open you the windows of heaven, and pour you out a blessing, that there shall not be room enough to receive it.11 And I will rebuke the devourer for your sakes…(Malachi 3:11 KJV)
(Exuberantly)
Ah – that “ting” of my coins was really the sound of God rebuking the devourer for my sake. My need was to have fruitfulness in my life. I was giving out of my need.
Just as quickly as I came in, I slipped out. But I noticed Jesus this time. I overheard Him say to His disciples, “this poor widow has cast in more than they.” Suddenly, I was overwhelmed by the love of God.
(Reverently)
As I walked out of the treasury, I knew beyond a doubt, the ting of my two coins was a pleasing sound to God, Most High.
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