103 - The Widow's Mite

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From “In the Midst of Thee” – volume 1.

If you will pardon my somewhat limited vision, it seems to me that when we consider the rest of the population of planet Earth, and the populations of the past, we now at the present time are a wealthy and indulged people. I think some would even call us spoiled. I think even the poorest among us would be labeled as rich in some areas of the world. So with that in mind, would you consider this story from the last week of the Lord’s life?

Jesus stood in the richly furnished courts of the Temple of Herod, and in the midst of heckling opposition denounced the leaders of the nation for their hypocrisy and their selfish wickedness. The Temple, which previously He had called “My House,” now He disowned as “Your House.” The Lord’s public ministry among the Jews was over.

Moving away from the open court of the Temple, Jesus then entered the Court of the Women, where there were thirteen trumpet-shaped chests that comprised the treasury of the Temple. There He sat down downcast and in deep sorrow, and probably wept. Then, looking up Jesus saw a poor widow, known as such by her clothing of mourning, come forward and cast two mites into the treasury. Her offering in American coinage would have been less than half a cent.

Immediately, discerning the heart of the situation, Jesus called His disciples to Him, and pointed out the deed of the woman, declaring, “…Verily I say unto you, That this poor widow hath cast more in, than all they which have cast into the treasury: For all they did cast in of their abundance; but she of her want did cast in all that she had, even [all] her living.” (Mark 12:43-44)

Now I believe it is no accident that Jesus drew attention to this simple deed at this critical time, the end of His public ministry. A walking object lesson, this woman taught the selfish wealthy in simplistic ways among individuals and nations, that it is not the size of the offering that counts as much as the heart and the sacrifice behind it.

Now – what about us? Is there someone we should visit? Is there a letter that we should write, or an offering that we should make that we haven’t? I guess I’m just simple minded enough to believe that time has and will yet memorialize those who were common people who sacrificed in uncommon ways for worthy day-to-day causes. May the Lord so bless us?

Adapted from Mark 12:41-44; Luke 21:1-4
Glenn Rawson – April 1998
Music: Music for a Sunday Afternoon, volume 1, track 5 (edited) – Lex de Azevedo
Song: He Gave His Life for Me – Julie De Azevedo