The Church I attend is in the early days of a building campaign. Today was commitment Sunday where the membership made our pledges for the next two years towards the build.
This in not the first building campaign I have been through, they are never easy and sometimes tear churches apart. I do not believe this Church will have that problem, we are standing together in a place of undeserved privilege towards not just a new building, but a place where lives will be changed and the Kingdom of God will be honored.
Since leaving my job this summer, and dedicating all my efforts to my retail store, my finances have been unpredictable, after all some weeks are better than others, however I have made a commitment to my tithes and continue to see income that allows me to meet my giving.
A commitment for a building campaign is above and beyond tithes, it requires faith that God with honor the commitment and make it happen.
For weeks we have been building towards today’s Commitment Sunday. I have had conversations with friends, my Pastor and have prayed about what my pledge should be.
Yesterday I settled on my number. It was a number I felt comfortable with and knew I could make happen.
I filled in my card and took it with me to Church.
As I settled into my pew, I felt content with the number I had come up with and as I looked around the room, I could feel the anticipation of my fellow congregants, eager for the moment we would walk to the front of the sanctuary and place our pledge cards in a basket.
During Pastor Adam’s sermon, I started to get an uneasy feeling about my pledge. Could I do more? Should I do more? Do I have the faith to do more?
I have acted on faith my entire life. Faith in my abilities, faith in making things work out and faith that God would provide.
Was my pledge what it should be or was I acting on what I knew I could do and not on faith in what I should do?
Just before it was time to walk forward, one of the elderly women of our Church spoke up and asked the Pastor if she could speak.
Being gracious, our Pastor walked towards her as she stood to take the floor.
In the minutes that followed the lady told us about her childhood of poverty, how many days she didn’t have the ten cents to buy a school lunch.
She went on to regale us with a story of her prowess at horseshoes, he childhood passion. She told us the story of a friend who showed up at her house one day and bet her that he could beat her in horseshoes.
Her father wagered ten cents on her behalf.
She won the match and now had two shiny dimes for lunch in the coming days.
The next morning, as she attended Church, she had those two dimes in her pocket and as the offering plate was passed she placed both in as her offering.
Her lunch money was now gone, she would do without lunch because of her offering.
As she continued her story she spoke about running for the bus the next morning to take her to school and as she ran past the same Church she had made her offering to, she found a dime on the ground.
And then another.
And then another.
She ate that week and her gift was multiplied. Her faith made this true.
As the lady told her story, my heart swelled, I knew I could do better, I could step out in faith and become uncomfortable with my commitment.
Before walking up to the altar, I changed my card, I doubled my pledge knowing that God would provide and faith would make it happen.
If God would provide a few cents for a little girl of faith, certainly he will honor our commitments to growing the Kingdom.