A Poem a Sunday
November 8, 2015
Lectionary 32 /
Pentecost 24
Mark 12:38-44 - New
Revised Standard Version (NRSV)
Commentary: Mark tells us how Jesus uses children and now
a widow as examples of faith and generosity.
Christ does not shy away from exposing the hypocrisy of the religious
leaders through contrast with the marginalized. The Kingdom comes near through the humble
and simple, yet profound gifts of widows and children. The poem reflects those aspects of God’s
reign.
Jesus Denounces
the Scribes
38 As
he taught, he said, “Beware of the scribes, who like to walk around in long
robes, and to be greeted with respect in the marketplaces, 39 and to have
the best seats in the synagogues and places of honor at banquets! 40 They
devour widows’ houses and for the sake of appearance say long prayers. They
will receive the greater condemnation.”
The Widow’s
Offering
41 He
sat down opposite the treasury, and watched the crowd putting money into the
treasury. Many rich people put in large sums. 42 A poor widow came and put
in two small copper coins, which are worth a penny. 43 Then he called his
disciples and said to them, “Truly I tell you, this poor widow has put in more
than all those who are contributing to the treasury. 44 For all of them
have contributed out of their abundance; but she out of her poverty has put in
everything she had, all she had to live on.”
A Poem a Sunday
November 8, 2015
Lectionary 32 /
Pentecost 24
Offering
Sunday
School
the
Widow’s Mite
counting
coins
by
candlelight.
Lenten
offerings
in
a box
childhood
dreams
during
Chicken Pox.
Mission
money
for
distant lands;
coloring
pictures,
making
clay plate hands.
Silent
prayers
in
a silent room.
Far
away missions,
distant
moons.
Churchly
innocence,
simple
gifts.
Bulletin
covers
preview
mission trips.
The
mighty mite,
did
it make a difference?
For
a poor man’s plight,
or
a rich man’s preference?
They
were never a show -
these
Sunday School offerings;
but
taught us to go
where
people are suffering.
Learn
a lesson
from
the Widow’s Mite
from
Sunday School sessions
and
a child’s insight.
A Poem a Sunday
– November 2, 2015 – Kenn Storck
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