My husband and I have been talking about building our own little life-saving station and limiting its membership to two. We don’t know exactly how it is going to look yet, but yesterday we skipped church and went to a fishing show. As we wound through the many aisles, we came upon a group whose mission it is to take injured vets fishing. Here’s why I quietly slid a card from their table as we walked past their booth:
About six months ago my husband and I decided to stop tithing to our church. We could no longer give to the “wow factor”, so each week we put our tithe into a designated savings account. By December we had accumulated a nice little amount. It was time to give it away.
We gave a large year-end gift to each of the missionaries we support, and then we gave a large donation to the two para-church ministries with which we are affiliated.
And it felt GREAT.
As I slid the card from its holder, I realized that I have been – without thinking about it – on the lookout for other worthy ministries to support. Little huts with cots that are pulling people out of peril, healing them in some way, and restoring their dignity. As we continued past the booth, it dawned on my husband why I had taken the card. His silent fist bump brought a big smile to my heart.
Our little fist bumping partnership is going to be so much more thrilling than adorning a club.