Trust in the Lord and do good; dwell in the land and cultivate faithfulness. Psalms 37:3 NASB
As a child growing up in Africa where my parents served as missionaries, I attended Ojoaba Church (pronounced awjaw awba, it means “King’s Market” church in English). Both of my parents were fluent in the native language so instead of attending the large English-speaking church near the mission, we ventured deeper into the village for our Sunday services. For many years, our church met in a small building with mud walls and a thatched roof. My siblings and I weren’t fluent in the language, but we loved church just the same. Smiles, love, and joy are the same in all languages and our parents interpreted the rest for us in whispers.
After several years in this little mud structure, our church decided to build a new building. We took on our own version of a building program. The plans and prices for the new building were announced. The congregation was encouraged to raise funds for specific parts of the sanctuary. My parents pledged a door, all they felt they could afford at the time.
As my siblings and I sat in the church listening to all of the pledges, we whispered among ourselves then walked down the isle and pledged a window, costing thirty pounds or about $135. To say my parents were surprised would be an understatement.
Knowing my parents couldn’t bankroll our pledge, my brother, sisters, and I worked all summer to raise the funds. We donated our allowances – about two dollars a week for ten weeks. To cover the rest, we sold baked goods, babysat for the other missionaries, did yard work, and sought out contributions. It took all summer. To everyone’s surprise, and by God’s grace, that last week of the summer we walked down the isle at church bringing the money we’d collected—enough for the window. The church was built – a lovely structure - and the windows were especially pretty. Little is much when God is in it.
Sacrificing to give to others is an act of love, a movement of the heart. God gave such an act in the gift of His Son. What would you give? Have the faith of a child.
Harriet Michael is a freelance writer in Louisville, KY. Her work has appeared in devotional and other Christian magazines as well as the anthology, Love is a Flame and the devotional book, The Women of Southern, A Walk Through the Psalms. Reared in Africa as the daughter of missionaries, she has been married for thirty-one years. She and her husband have four children and one grandchild. Follow Harriet at www.whatHehasdoneformysoul.blogspot.com.





