She must have slipped silently into the temple, eyes averted. The pomp and arrogance there found were foreign to her lifestyle.
Yet, she had a mission. The temple treasury…
Probably no one would have noticed the clink of her two pennies. But the One to whom it mattered most noticed it. Such a gift would never go un-noticed by those tender loving eyes.
Another. She also must have tried to avoid being seen – but felt drawn by a force stronger than any magnet.
Great had been her sins – especially in the eyes of the haughty leaders of the day. Yet, here was One who had forgiven the sins, and loved the sinner – right into His presence.
Her gift could not be overlooked – it’s aroma was all-pervading. One who should have appreciated it most aside from Jesus called it a waste.
And I sit here and ponder.
Do we, in our hearts, think it a waste to become so attached to the One who should be our best friend, that we offer Him our all? Do we hold back, afraid of what the multitude will think?
Can we possibly out-give God?
(the answer is no, BTW)
I know it’s a struggle. I don’t think I’ve met anyone who can honestly say it’s not, myself included. But when you have a living relationship with Christ, you will find that nothing is too good. Devoting your life to rich or poor, jungle or city, is no waste.
Who knows? We may find, in the Kingdom, that the widow’s pennies were the greatest gift a mortal ever gave.
(Thanks for the inspiration, Pastor Westgate.) :)