A few weeks ago I had the pleasure of listening to Quinton Williams teach at The Beautiful Mess on the subject of generosity. Now when you hear church and the subject of generosity you probably immediately conjure up the image a a preacher begging for money and passing the plate around the church a couple times during his sermon. I am a little twisted so yes I imagine that as well, but in my mind there is that old guy who is making change in the plate.....makes me laugh.
The thing I enjoyed about Q's teaching is he brought out the point
I was stoked that Q called me up at the end to talk about what generosity meant in my life and how we as a church could actively practice generosity in our community. That was the point Q and I got to each tell a story about giving out shoes in Mexico.
The band began to play, we prayed, and Q slipped off his really nice shoes and placed them on the stage. I knelt at the stage and began to ask for forgiveness of my selfish heart, I reached down and slipped off my shoes, as I raised my head to place them on the stage I saw it..........the shoes from well over half our church laid out to give to someone else. I was broken by the heart of generosity our church had just shown. Our church is not wealthy by anyway in which wealth is measured in America. Yet, they gave! Not there leftovers, not what was worn out, not what they did not want anymore. They gave what they had worn that night, thier best! This was not the culmination of a month long series where our people had came prepared to give something away, this was spontainoius and genuine, this was a heart of generosity in action. To watch over half our church walk out into the cold wet night barefooted was AMAZING!
So, that night as I walked around the church locking up the gates it was rainy, it was cold, it was wet. Everytime my foot with a soaking wet sock landed splashing in a cold puddle in that parking lot I smiled. Everytime my bare cold foot stepped on a rock or a stick my heart was broken and my soul was overjoyed! You see, that night my cold barefeet made me thankful to serve a group of people who were willing to not only be generous.......but were willing to give of thier best. My wet barefeet broke my heart about the condtion of my soul, but they also filled my body with hope and love. My wet cold barefeet made me so THANKFUL. May I always give my best to God who gave me His best. Happy Thanksgiving ALL!