In service this morning, during the blessing, our lay minister asked that the Holy spirit would provide us all with a work which we could share joyfully with others.
It reminded me of something that happened the day before...
I work for my parents business and had completed some work for them on Saturday. I also had agreed to look after their dog for the night, as they were seeing friends.
During the drive to my parents home, the chief executive of the charity Christians against poverty was being interviewed on premier Christian radio (which i have only recently started listening to). She spoke of her life before taking the job at CAP and then spoke of the work that they do. i was moved to donate to them. I debated how much i should donate. It came to my mind that i should donate £40.
I remembered that i was short of money this month and would likely go into my overdraft. I reconsidered and the number went from 40 to 20.and then finally to £10. I considered, "even £10 would be a big help to some people".
I must have been convicted by the spirit: as i remembered that God promised to feed and clothe us, and Jesus' story of the women giving away the only penny that she had.
Reluctantly, i resolved to donate the £40.
I soon arrived at my parents house and was greeted by my mother. She was busy getting together the wine and gifts to take to their friends. She picked up her purse and said, "this is for babysitting the dog and for working on a Saturday for us." She took out some money and handed it to me, and then continued to get ready to go.
I looked at the money and saw that it was £40. I smiled to myself and thought theres the money for the donationn to cap. I looked at the money again and noticed that there was actually £60 and thought "and £20 for yourself".
I looked upwards. I mean, what can you say to that?
It reminded me of something that happened the day before...
I work for my parents business and had completed some work for them on Saturday. I also had agreed to look after their dog for the night, as they were seeing friends.
During the drive to my parents home, the chief executive of the charity Christians against poverty was being interviewed on premier Christian radio (which i have only recently started listening to). She spoke of her life before taking the job at CAP and then spoke of the work that they do. i was moved to donate to them. I debated how much i should donate. It came to my mind that i should donate £40.
I remembered that i was short of money this month and would likely go into my overdraft. I reconsidered and the number went from 40 to 20.and then finally to £10. I considered, "even £10 would be a big help to some people".
I must have been convicted by the spirit: as i remembered that God promised to feed and clothe us, and Jesus' story of the women giving away the only penny that she had.
Reluctantly, i resolved to donate the £40.
I soon arrived at my parents house and was greeted by my mother. She was busy getting together the wine and gifts to take to their friends. She picked up her purse and said, "this is for babysitting the dog and for working on a Saturday for us." She took out some money and handed it to me, and then continued to get ready to go.
I looked at the money and saw that it was £40. I smiled to myself and thought theres the money for the donationn to cap. I looked at the money again and noticed that there was actually £60 and thought "and £20 for yourself".
I looked upwards. I mean, what can you say to that?
