Matt. 6:10, Jesus calls us to pray with words like this: "Thy
kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth, as it is in heaven." "On
earth..." messages are the reflection of various local writers
sharing common experiences in daily living and then guiding
renewal of the mind and spirit from God's Word. It
is scheduled to appear on Wednesdays and Saturdays.
Here Am I,
The Miracle of Giving
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Give and it shall be given to you. A good
measure, pressed down, shaken together, it will be measured to you. -- Luke
[January 19, 2008]
Somewhere between childhood and maturity we
hopefully lose the baby's total preoccupation with self (feed me,
change me, rock me and feed me again).
The fortunate ones finally realize how good it feels to
become less self-focused and become aware of the needs of those
around us, and to direct our attention to giving to others. We
can give of ourselves -- our time, our service and our good
deeds. And, we can give of our substance -- money, food,
A true indicator of Christian maturity and validity is when
we become outward in our worldview, more concerned about the
welfare and well-being of others than we are about ourselves.
The spiritual law of reciprocity that Luke declares is that
the act of giving triggers a miraculous response from God.
Succinctly stated by Luke, when we give, we are going to
receive. The receiving part has nothing to do with us but is
a supernatural, miraculous gift that God promised to us.
My mother was an example of how the miracle of giving works.
On the surface, as society observes, she would not have been
thought of as influential. She was average in her education and
not interested in the pursuit of world knowledge or events. She
was not a social climber nor ever aspired to be a part of any
social organization other than her church. Rather than being a
leader, she preferred others to lead and saw her role as
assisting the leader. She was not dogmatic or assertive.
Where she excelled, however, and excel she did, was in the
area of giving. She loved to give of her substance. If she had
any extra money, she discovered someone who had a need, and the
money was quietly slipped to them.
She loved to bake and give her breads, pies and pastry to
others. If you entered her home, she insisted you have a meal.
No one ever left her house hungry.
She loved to give of herself. She prayed for everyone in her
family every night, one by one. She made herself available for
any family need. She was always available to baby-sit, to
counsel or be a confidante.
She loved to send cards to people for every occasion. She not
only sent the card but wrote a personal note that started at the
end of the card's message and continued to the bottom, to the
side, to the back, to whatever white space was available. She
did not stop writing until she had run out of blank space on
which to write.
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She loved people. She gave everybody a hug even if she had just met
you for the first time. If you got close to her, she would reach out
to you and pat your face. She exuded Christ's love through acts of
The result of all this giving on her part was an
overwhelming outpouring of love and giving toward her, just as the
Scripture said would happen: "Give and it shall be given unto you."
When Mom became a nursing home resident, my family witnessed the
fulfillment of this Scripture. We witnessed a supernatural
outpouring of love and affection and honor by people who had been
the recipients of her giving.
The members of her church were frequent visitors and monitors of
her well-being. Her church family was faithful to minister to her,
to keep her informed, to pray for her, to bring her the sacraments
of communion and keep her close and intimate with the body of
Her biological brother and sisters also frequently visited her,
took her out to eat and shared with her the updates of her natural
The promised "given unto you, pressed down and shaken together"
was demonstrated and proven in her life. One Christmas, she
personally received 256 Christmas cards.
At the nursing home, after Dad died, she received a steady stream
of people who wanted to visit her and minister to her. Her children
and grandchildren were constant visitors. Her neighbors at the
nursing home wanted to spend time with her. Then she, too, died.
At her funeral, people came from long distances to honor her, to
praise her and thank her for the influence she had been in their
lives. Her pastor was brought to tears as he related the respect and
honor she had given to him. She was loved by all who had known her.
If we can receive and incorporate her example of being outward in
our view of things, to become aware of the needs of those around us
and to direct our attention toward giving to others, then we will
experience, as she did, the miraculous certainty of being the
recipient of God's orchestrated, abundant blessings.
Her children arise
up, and call her blessed. -- Proverbs 31:28
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