August 21, 2012
Steps of Faith
A few weeks ago I learned that he is homeless.
I don't know the circumstances, but I do know that he is faithful to worship each week.
This past Sunday, I was brought to tears when I happened to see him pull out his wallet. As the offering plate passed by, he dropped in a few dollars.
A homeless man, offering himself.
He doesn't have a home, yet he offers the Lord a true sacrifice.
A man who worships in a church with a soundboard that costs more than my home is willing to be faithful and know that his giving is a step of faith, an act of obedience... regardless the amount.
His couple of dollars was most likely more of a sacrifice than most of the crisp twenties that landed in the plate. The widow's mite.
As I pondered his obedience, I had to reflect upon my own soul.
How much of a step of faith am I willing to take?