It’s The Least I Could Do
Why is it that we want to help the most when the least will do and feel like the most?
Our elderly neighbor, Mary Lou, died recently. A childless widow, she died a pretty lonely woman. She was a woman of faith, a teacher for forty-two years, and had been retired for sixteen years, so her network had gone quite cold. She depended on Jamee, my wife, as a friend and neighbor, and as she diminished, Jamee’s connections increased and deepened. Jamee became her health advocate and confidant, and towards the end of Mary Lou’s life Jamee became her health care power of attorney. After her passing Jamee knew Mary Lou’s wishes about her funeral, so she became a point person with the parish and funeral home. Jamee often said, “John, …
Be a Cheerful Giver, AND Step Out in Faith!
My friend Jessica is a working woman who does not make much money but is helping contribute to her family’s finances, and sometimes has a small amount of money that she is able to set aside and save up for things. She uses this money for extra things, special things that there isn’t room for in the family budget.
Her friend Pat’s son and daughter-in-law were expecting their third child, and the generous and giving daughter-in-law had given their crib to a young woman at their church who was pregnant and could not afford a crib of her own. Upon hearing this, Jessica actively started looking for a crib she could afford to buy for her friend’s family. A brand new crib, still in the box, became available through a rummage sale …