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As I sat in that church pew, watching the offering plate go around I could not help but think of everything I could do with the only note I had in my purse. I had had my very last meal earlier that morning and having lost my job a few weeks ago I had no idea where I would get the next one from. The blocked toilet, broken down lamp, disconnected electricity supply were not even a priority at this moment. My mother could have done with some help to pay her hospital bill, which was mounting daily with all the needed treatments she was receiving. My mortgage was long overdue not to mention my health insurance that had been discontinued for as long as I could remember. And so as I sat there clutching the only money I owned which is also what I had set aside for my Tithe and offering contribution, I could not help but rethink my commitment to give this to the Lord.
I debated with myself as to whether God would want my last means of sustenance. I tried to resonate this with the idea of a merciful kind God who is our Provider. I whispered a Prayer as I had many times in the past few minutes asking God if He really expected me to sacrifice this much. Bible promises of Gods providence swirled around somewhere in the back of my head but the cumbersome burden of my daily needs bellowed much louder and drowned out the scriptures. My desire to give Him the last of what I had was dwindling by the second.
Eventually the offering plate came round to me and I had to make a choice. As I looked into it, I saw a few hundred dollar bills that wealthier church members had given. I also noticed a couple of fifties that God could better use than my rumpled up scruffy measly ten. Just as the plate was going over me I felt my hand reach out and drop my ten into the collection, a decision I cannot even remember making.
Not long after, as I was walking out after the service, an elderly lady came up to me, handed me an envelope and whispered in my ear ‘God told me you needed it’. I opened it to find more money than I had held in the past year and as I watched her walk away I could not stop the tears that were streaming down my cheeks. It was then I remembered the offer God makes us:
“Bring all the tithes into the storehouse that there may be food in My house, And try Me now in this,” Says the LORD of hosts, “If I will not open for you the windows of heaven and pour out for you such blessing that there will not be room enough to receive it. [Malachi 3:10]
I uttered under my breath, ‘Thank you dear Lord, the experiment does work!’
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