Two wealthy Christians, a lawyer and a merchant, joined a tour that was going around the world. Before they started their minister earnestly asked them to observe and remember any unusual and interesting things that they might see in the missionary countries through which the party was to travel. The men promised ― carelessly, perhaps, to do so.
In Korea, one day they saw in a field by the side of the road a boy pulling a crude plow, while an old man held the handles and directed it. The lawyer was amused and took a snapshot of the scene.
“That’s a curious picture! I suppose they are very poor,” he said to the missionary who was interpreter and guide to the party.
“Yes,” was the quiet reply. “That is the family of Chi Noui. When the church was being built they were eager to give something to it, but they had no money so they sold their only ox and gave the money to the church. This spring they are pulling the plow themselves.”
The lawyer and the business man by his side were silent for some moments. Then the businessman said, “That must have been a real sacrifice.”
“They did not call it that,” said the missionary. “They thought it was fortunate that they had an ox to sell.”
May we see that our value does not come from the things we own, and may we begin to have our eyes opened to the purposes of God and the ways that we may partake in urgently advancing His Kingdom.
May we trust that the Lord is good and that He is doing a great and mighty work–all the while choosing us to partake in it with Him for His namesake.
May we see that giving sacrificially, even to the point of our final possession, ultimately doesn’t feel like a sacrifice at all in the light of the joy that is gained in seeing His name made much of in our world.