Did you see those two small copper coins drop into the treasury box that day?

Luke 21:1-4 And He looked up and saw the rich putting their gifts into the treasury. And He saw a poor widow putting in two small copper coins, and He said, “Truly, I say to you, this poor widow put in more than all, for they out of their surplus put into the offering. But she out of her poverty put in all that she had to live on.”

Many that day must have seen the large sums of money being tossed with keen trajectory, into the treasury offering box, by the rich.

But did anyone notice that poor widow? And what of her offering?

Jesus did. (And He still does).

It is said here of Jesus that “He looked up.” That must mean that Father looked down and the Holy Spirit looked within.

This poor widow and her offering had captured their attention, all three.

There is nothing hidden that will not be revealed. Everything in time will come into the light. What you do in secret will be rewarded openly.

This widow did not come to the temple when she had just one mite, but came only after she had possessed the two. For two is more than one.

She mustered with all her might to give sacrificially, that which cost her, not even enough for the bare necessities of her life.

The number “two” affirms that there is a difference, where “one” speaks of there not being another.

The second coin made a difference-she doubled up on what she could give! And she didn’t hold back.

And her testimony was one of giving more than even the all, who had given much.

The difference lay in the proportion. She gave out of her lack. The rich gave out of their abundance.

Aren’t two very small copper coins insignificant in the greater scheme of things?

After all, what can they purchase that mean anything?

It’s not the size of your note that counts, but the size of your heart.

That is where the ‘greater scheme of things’ lies.

God’s standard of measure is how much we give from how much we have.

The transaction with God was already complete in the moment of giving. It wasn’t about what it could obtain. But about what it would sustain.

Faithfulness, sacrifice and promise. These conditions she had met. Giving from a heart of love rather than from a sense of duty.

She honoured God with her substance as time and eternity will testify.

Let us do the same.

What happened then to this poor widow? Perhaps…

After all was said and done, After the rich had had their fun, After all had finished their course, After all had spent their last resource, The Promise remained for she who had offered, the two small coins presented and proffered, To attend the Banquet in Heaven, at no cost to herself, For the entry fee was Jesus, He had paid for her, Himself. And there she looked upon all that was treasured, Because of her heart which had truly been measured. And dig in she could with feasting galore, for faith and honour is what she had had in store. And others that were there thanked her for her story, For they too came in because of her glory. And Jesus down on bended knee, did serve this one posthumously. And passed to her two goblets of gold, that had been traded long before, with copper, she was told. And her reply came quick and fair, It was to you My Lord, that I had said my prayer. That you would take this gift I humbly give, and do as you will for as long as I live. For to you belongs the honour and glory, and that is my testimony, to those who hear my story. 

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