Generosity

Generosity Moment: No. 1

It was in the 1950’s. I was at Sunday worship in Hong Kong. The hall was packed with refugees who were fleeing the threat of death at the hand of Mao Tse Dung. The preacher Andrew Chui was someone who him fled as he had been an officer in Chiang Kai Shek’s military. But this Sunday he was preaching a powerful sermon  about the unlimited grace of God and our response.

I noticed an old woman sitting to my left in the row in front of me. She was obviously very poor -dressed in the cheapest totally black dress available anywhere. But she was paying very close attention to every word of the sermon; obviously being very moved by the message of grace and gratitude. Soon it was time for the offering. As the plate reached her I noticed her hand move to her right ear. There she carefully removed her small stud earing made of jade. She carefully placed it into the offering basket and passed it on to the next fellow worshipper.

Generosity Moment No. 2

The year was 1970. My son Tim was 10  years old. He had taken on a challenging job for a 10 year old boy. He ha in Ann Arbor, MI.. He had to do it not only on Sunday but also during the week because the church was running an early childhood program. But he was highly motivated and did his work faithfully.

His motivation came from his desire to have ping pong table for our basement. He had seen a used one advertised for just $20.00-which he did not have. So he resolved to shovel that snow at 50  cents  per time. He faithfully stored his hard-earned cash in a glass fruit jar carefully stored on a shelf in his bedroom

His earnings had come to $13.50 and he was excited because he was more than half way home. 

Then Missionary Heinz -visiting form Hong Kong arrived as a visitor at our home He recalled his work among those very poor refugees escaping Mao Tse Tung-fleeing for their lives. He  especially talked of young kids who lived in make-shift huts on the hillside. He explained that they did not have the money for school fees so were growing up unable to read or write. He told of how each morning they lined up in front of a truck operated by Lutheran World Relief where they were given a glass of milk-which was their total breakfast. Tim listened very carefully and I noticed he was very quiet.

After a while he left. He went to his room and returned with that jar of his hard earned cash. He handed it to Missionary Heintz and said, “Here, take this. Help those kids get enough to eat.”

Tim is now 60 years old. I know he still tithes. Just last December he caed and said that he and his wife had calculated their annual earnings an were now writing checks to the charities of their choice. He was paying is tithes and asked me if I had a favorite charity which he could help support.