There is More Than Money
One day, in our office, we were very busy working on some information that was
to be e-mailed the earliest time possible to our head office. We were all at the
secretary’s desk formatting, deleting, and adding this that information. I was
the main source of this information. It was against this background that an
elderly lady and a sister in Christ came to see me. On seeing her, I immediately
knew that she had come for my contribution as we had discussed some months
earlier concerning her grandson’s school fees. She had traveled quite a distance
and I could therefore not ignore her. I therefore asked her to wait for me
outside the office, a little while, as I completed the point that was being
worked on. As I completed the point at hand I continued with another and another
until I forgot all about the sister. Much later a colleague reminded me about
it.
Feeling very sorry I immediately rushed out. In my mind I was set to convey my
apology first, then take her to my office, hand in my contribution and then part
ways the soonest time possible so that I could continue with the urgent
exercise. After all, wasn’t it money that she needed from me?
I found the lady sited on the grass patiently. I made my apology, as per plan,
and asked her to follow me to my office. I didn’t find it necessary to offer her
a seat. I went straight to where my money was but as I opened the cabinet in a
hurry and removed my contribution, a powerful voice that I could not ignore
asked me, “WHAT IS MONEY? CAN”T YOU JUST APRECIATE HER?”
I was ashamed. I immediately put the money in my pocket, turned to the lady and
offered her a seat. I took mine. The conviction was so strong that I no longer
cared about my urgent work. I promised God that I would not rise from my seat
before the lady. I was ready to give her all the time possible to show her
appreciation. I in turn expected God to intervene in my work somehow.
“How have you been, since we last talked?” I asked her as she settled on the
visitor’s chair. I recalled the fellowship we had with her and her lady friend
as we waited for lunch in a community participatory meeting. It seemed like I
was discovering that even illiterate people know the deep issues of God.
Education is no determining factor to having a quality relationship with God.
Obedience and prayer is the determining factor.
“All has been well,” she replied
Out of nowhere I decided to encourage her since I knew her background she had
shared with me that day in her village. I said something like the following;
“Sister, God is going to see you through the whole issue of fees. Your grandson
will go to school because the bible says that God is the Father of orphans. If
God is the Father of your grandson, how will He be unable to raise enough school
fees, if you trust Him?
As for you, God says that He is the husband of the widows. You are therefore
beloved of the Lord. Incase you have anything that you have been unable to sort
out take it confidently to your husband, who is God. Wake up before anybody else
and talk to Him. People will think you are from sleeping like them but you have
already done much work in prayer. Pray sister. God answers prayers. While you
are not able to do much work taking into account your partial disability, will
you be unable to pray? God is real…………”
A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in His holy dwelling.
Psalms 67:5
After listening keenly it was her turn to speak. She said something like this;
“Sister, thank you very much for those encouraging words. Last night I really
cried bitterly. If you look at my eyes, you can tell…
I wondered what she was about to tell me. Would I be able to handle it? God is
the one who gives wisdom. We do not have any of our own and if we imagine we
have it, that little which we possess can disappear from our memory when we need
it. I continued listening attentively.
“When my grandson received the invitation letter to high school, I asked my
villagers to assist me in raising school fees. They told me that they were ready
to assist me provided our church took the lead role. When I shared this with our
pastor, to my surprise he was angered by my request. He told me many words that
hurt me very much. He, in addition, told me that I had a land title deed which I
could take a loan instead of looking up to the church which had more urgent
issues to sort out.
“As I sat in the house last night I felt bitter. Here I am a poor woman without
a husband, the parents of my grandchild are not there and now the church where I
go to worship cannot even help me. I cried, sister. I cried!
“ I have now come with my land title deed to give you so that you lend me some
money or you assist me get somebody who can lend me. I also got a letter from
the DO’s office authorizing me to collect money from well wishers…”
I did not interrupt. That was unlike me. She had opened her heart and poured out
much. It was clear that the previous night was a discouraging one. Yes, the
uninvited guest from the enemy called discouragement had been her companion. She
couldn’t see hope. The church that represents Jesus Christ had also let her
down. She must have felt all alone in the world.
“Your pastor did very well, sister” I started to her surprise. “He did well
because he reminded you what you had forgotten. That cursed is he who puts his
trust in man. You had trusted that your help would come from your pastor. Cursed
are you but thank God for reminding you this now because he loves you and want
to help you. Thank God for your pastor. He was used of God. Love him all the
more and honour him as your pastor. Do not leave your church organization for
another. When you meet him next time, greet him cheerfully with a Praise God
from a pure heart because he turned you to God. Sister, never depend on any one
human being. Depend only on God………
“Now, you don’t need to give me your land title deed. Keep it and go to God in
prayer. You will get enough school fees for your grand son, Ensure before you go
to collect money, you ask God to lead you to where he has prepared money for
you. If He tells you not to go here or there, obey Him. If he says go there,
obey.At the end of the day you will get enough. Your grandson will complete
school to the glory of God………”I said all that God enabled me to without being in
a hurry.
As I watched the face change positively, I was also encouraged and thanked God
that I had obeyed His voice of telling me to appreciate her. Only when she woke
up to go that I handed my contribution.
Later she came with a testimony of how a man who claimed to be the son’s friend,
from the city of Mombasa, came searching for her home in the village after
hearing that the boy had fees problems. The man pledged some money every term
till the boy completed school. By the time I left the place the man had honored
his pledge and the boy was doing very well in school. The granny brought me his
performance report one time. The lady had got some work of preparing a certain
quantity of fodder for a neighbor’s cows daily. The money she received monthly
assisted her give the boy as pocket money or bought other small school
requirements for him.
God touched the man from Mombasa to leave the city to go to the village, up the
hills, to fulfill God’s purpose because the lady prayed and trusted in God. A
neighbor also sympathized and gave the lady some light duties to earn some more
money which she could use to buy small items and pocket money for the grand son.
I was never called upon to contribute any more money than what I gave that day.
So, let’s not be in a hurry to give money. God honors Love more than money
given.
Best wishes as you listen to God,
Margaret
margieephtfcp@yahoo.com