Sometimes the sermon is not the Sermon
I had my sermon all prepared last Sunday, It was time for the offering and we were nearly headed for the bank when something travelled beneath my arms which were holding the offering baskets. A young man with blonde hair came earnestly up the aisle under my arm stopping in front of the basket. He stretched out his hand and i realized he wanted to put something in the basket. He then dropped in a nickel & 4 pennies - one by one so thoughtfully. Then reminded of the woman with 2 coins and Jesus' affirmation of her as an authentic giver - I saw our little Sermon run back down the aisle. Once again, Wisdom was crying aloud from the seats.