And there came a certain poor widow, and she threw in two mites, which make a farthing.
Mark 12 : 42 (NASB)
Today I was blessed by the honesty and the beauty found in Ruth’s devotional poem “My Offering.” It reminded me of the poor widow who gave what little she had to God. From this scripture we learn that the heart that gives is more important than the gift given. Our Father God sees our heart and whether we give sacrificially, which He loves.
Offerings need not always be money in the collection plate, it can be personal attributes or abilities surrendered to His service. Sometimes disability/illness can restrict our ability to give, but the beauty is that our Father God will accept our situation as an offering surrendered to Him. I don’t know the history of the phrase “to make a silk purse from a sows’ ear” but to me it talks of our Father God’s ability to take whatever we can offer Him and make something beautiful and holy with it.
Dear reader, Christmas is a blessed time of remembering God’s willingness to surrender His Son to humanity beginning His work of Salvation. Yet there are those for whom Christmas is filled with sorrow and pain, their soul or body is frought with strife. If this is you today offer your pain to Father God, a holy offering. He can create the impossible, something beautiful in His eyes.