Linda Brooks Davis

A Widow’s Last Mite

A Widow’s Last Mite: Faithful Stewardship

Jesus’ parable of a widow’s last mite in Mark 12–a lesson in stewardship, gratitude, and trust–was the text for a Bible lesson I taught to 4-year-olds around this time last year. I wrote a blog post about it a few months later. Tonight is the same lesson, so I thought a repeat of the blog might be in order:

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But a poor widow came and put in two very small copper coins, worth only a few cents. Calling his disciples to him, Jesus said, “Truly I tell you, this poor widow has put more into the treasury than all the others. They all gave out of their wealth; but she, out of her poverty, put in everything—all she had to live on.”
Mark 12:42-44

A Lesson in Stewardship

IMG_3096I intended the Bible lesson on faithful stewardship to be for four-year-olds at Oak Hills Church. But this seven-decades-old teacher learned a thing or two, as my mother would have said.

In Mark 12:41-44 Jesus tells the story of a poor widow giving her last two pennies. In the vernacular of my growing-up days, the woman gave her last red cent.

Searching for supplies for creating money bags for my students, I browsed through drawers of old sewing materials, some from my 55-year sewing past and some from my mother’s that extended 75 years back.

A Pattern for Stewardship

I found a pattern not for the money bags … but for stewardship. (Tweet That!)

Mother was certain about her faith, certain about her principles, and certain about what she taught her children.
Mother was certain about her faith, certain about her principles, and certain about what she taught her children.

Much like Betsy in The Calling of Ella McFarland, Mother believed negligence in caring for hard-earned possessions ranked somewhere close to the unforgivable sin. She cared for what she owned and kept on hand everything that could be used again. Trash was trash, but still-usable items were not. Mother didn’t buy new if old would do as well. (Tweet That!)

Mother’s philosophy returned as I rifled through a drawer she would label a mess but I call easy going. Amid a jumbled array of recent purchases–vinyl zippers, hem tapes, piping, seam binding, needles, and buttons–still in their wrappers, I found her old button tin, originally a container for Singer parts, that sported dents and rust and wear.

A Treasure Found

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Could old, re-usable buttons amount to a poor widow’s last mite?

Inside the tin were buttons from the 1930s, 1940s, 1950s, 1960s, and 1970s. All showed signs of wear. She had removed them from clothing that had served its purpose. So into the tin went usable buttons. I also found a faded and dented fruit cake tin Mother had saved from some Christmas past. Inside were metal zippers she had clipped from garments bound for the rag basket. Mother had learned stewardship well.

Alongside Mother’s repurposed tins, sat my handy-dandy, snap-together, see-through, color-coded odds-and-ends contraption that I purchased on a whim. Inside my fancy container? Never-been-used, still-attached-to-the-cards, bright and shiny buttons galore. But not a single used button. Nor did I find in my drawer of disarray a single used zipper. I had tossed them out with perfectly usable clothing. I had never opened the new zippers, nor had I given more than a fleeting thought to the hard-earned funds with which I bought them.

Had I learned an iota about stewardship?

A Faithful Steward

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Preparing to give a widow’s last mite began in the Great Depression.
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Ella was prepared to give a widow’s last mite.

Although a widow for many years, Mother didn’t learn stewardship skills in her widowhood. She learned them in a cotton field in South Texas where her mother knew every handful of raw cotton meant another spoonful in her children’s mouths. She learned them during the Great Depression when she and her mother lived in a corner of a barn they called home. Mother refined her skills as the wife of a farm hand who earned $5 a week but lived on $2.50 until the money he borrowed to buy their wedding clothing was paid back. In years to come, Mother never reached for her last red cent, but she came close a few times. Had she not learned stewardship alongside her mother, she would have found herself faced with the same dilemma as the widow in the Gospel of Mark.

Neither a widow nor destitute, I give from my abundance. I’ve never been called to give my last mite, but as I gathered supplies for the Bible lesson, I wondered what I would do if I were. Would I, like that faithful widow of old, give my last red cent? (Tweet That?) Was the jumbled array in my sewing drawer a call to better stewardship?

A Lesson for Little Ones

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A Lesson on a Widow’s Last Mite

completed preparations for the Bible class for four-year-olds with my spirit lifted. There on my kitchen table I had set out materials fit for the worthy steward who reared me: a skein of yarn from twenty years back; playtime coins from five years ago; a decade-old jewelry gift bag; scraps of fabric of indeterminate age; a four-decades-old thimble; and a 1940s packet of heavy-duty needles that came in handy when Mother patched canvas cotton sacks.

The four-year-olds took home more than plastic coins. They carried with them a bit of long-ago when times were simpler but harder and harder but more faith filled, and, tucked into the recesses of their little drawstring bags, the prayer of their teacher:

May they never know a time when they are down to their last red cent, Lord. But should that time come, I pray they hold their pennies in hands outstretched and open wide. For Jesus’ sake.

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