Forty-Six Cents

I went to Church this morning with my head already bowed. I would hear the sermon, but my heart was heavy now. Sooner or later I would put my offering on the plate. And tied to that offering was an envelope with my name. I wouldn’t relent using the envelope; it was a matter of pride to me. Even if a few would know my plight and shame, this eve. Truly it was all I had… but giving less isn’t a sin, So I tried to hold my head up, as I put the envelope in. Last Sunday I didn’t go, and regrets have plagued me so… So here I am at church with both my head and heart rightly bowed. Jesus gave us a parable of a poor woman and what she gave. Would I have less courage than to do the same? The church is built upon offerings and dutiful work, too. And I’m unable to work so the offering will have to do. Forty-Six Cents may not seem like much. But I will pay my portion as best as I can do. The amount isn’t monumental and maybe won’t be felt. But even small amounts help add to the Church’s work. So as I lay my envelope down… It is with some small hope… My prayer this day became… that in some small way it will be felt.