when Tweetybird told me that she has a lot of financial committments-unlike me-of which included tithing, I smirked.
a quick mental calculation tells me that 10% of my income could buy me a lifetime membership with a spa resort, and with the leftover still purchase for myself a comfy pair of Muji pumps. should I wish to yield more with less, I could visit my favourite boutique and pick fifteen different dresses, and have change enough to buy me lunch at a mid-range restaurant.
the bottomline is this: you cash in, you take out. but surrendering 10% of your hard-earned money to something you can't even behold in your hands?
seriously.
it's like putting rice in a sack with holes. if that's not foolish, I'm not Pei. deep down, I knew (thought?) I had the last laugh.
but on the day my God decided to draw his one lost sheep back with His staff, He did not stop to calculate the loss He would incur if the neglected and obedient sheeps decide to run away. when He got nailed to the cross, He did stop a second to think if I would be a good investment.
when God placed upon me the conviction/challenge to give, I didn't jump at it and cry OH YEAAAAAH! instead, I went into a bout of doubt. maybe I didn't hear things right. maybe the lack of sleep got the better of me. God definitely wouldn't do this to me.
yet in light of all that He's done for me, my 10, 20 or even 100% is but pittance. do I seriously think God cares for my money if He is already a God of everything? who am I to feel so self-righteous if all I've ever given were the loose change from my pockets? that God still watches my back despite and in spite of my moral delusions, I should be grateful.
it certainly doesn't make much (economical) sense, but when you understand you're merely returning a tiny portion of what God has given you, the pieces all come together.
afterall, when you know that you're playing host to a king, you don't eat the bread and save the crumbs.
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