The man stood before me and said, "Please, you and your husband have done so much for me. Please, I would like to give."
I felt a lump forming in my throat. This man who had lost his home and had so little... wanted to give. He didn't have to, you know. We'd opened up our home voluntarily. We knew his story and we knew that we are just a temporary oasis. He will be getting a place of his own within a few weeks and rebuilding his life with some help from other people. But until that time, he is staying with us.
Sensing my hesitation, he persisted. "Please give me a list of the things you need for next week and I will get what I can. I really want to give back to you."
"Well, I don't need much this week as far as groceries go but..." I smiled. "Okay."
It wasn't a long list. I'd been stocking up over the past few months so there were just about seven or eight things. That was all but I was reminded much again as to how important it is to give.
Now, this man does not profess to be a born-again Christian. He does not attend church regularly and would be the first to admit he has made some mistakes in his life. Yet, he fully understands the blessing of giving. Do we?