Amusing ourselves with what little we had |
Growing up in a family of nine
gives me a different perspective than many folks. Large families were the norm
in my parents’ generation but not in mine and not so much since. Unless you count the
Duggars. Although I wouldn’t really consider them the norm.
My mother made our clothes. We
got store-bought clothes on special occasions—like Christmas. I looked forward
to new clothes, especially since being the fifth child I wore hand-me-downs
most of the time. My dad owned a cleaning and landscape company, and I worked
some from the time I was about eight years old.
As a teen, I earned enough to
buy clothes at the end of the summer for school. Now I appreciate my mom's hard work sewing our clothes, but at the time, I was happy not to wear any
more polyester and cotton pantsuits. J
Matching coats Mom made |
Among our Christmas traditions were
dining at Pizza Hut and then attending
a Christmas Eve candlelight service at church. Given the nature of our fast-food
society, this might not seem like a big deal. But we didn’t eat out the rest of the year
unless you count an occasional stop at the Krystal
where burgers cost a quarter as did the fries. We usually got either or, not
both. Occasionally we got a milkshake instead. There were no debit or credit
cards to make purchases, so we had what
we had and nothing more. Funny thing is we never considered ourselves poor. So many people were worse off than we were.
I look at kids now with their smartphones
and designer clothes, many with debit cards given
to them by their parents, and I pity them. I wouldn’t trade my humble
upbringing for theirs—not in a million years. The more you have, the more you
want, and the more you cling to what you have.
Jesus
sat down opposite the place where the offerings were put and watched the crowd
putting their money into the temple treasury. Many rich people threw in large
amounts. 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 12:41-44
I have no idea what my parents
put in the offering plate each Sunday because it was enclosed in an envelope,
but I know they were faithful in giving. No matter what, that offering envelope
went in the plate. I’m sure at times this was very sacrificial for them regardless of the amount it contained. My parents’ generosity extended outside our
family to friends that we considered family. And my dad often gave his loose
change or a dollar bill, if he had one in his pocket, to homeless people who
approached him.
My parents instilled many solid,
traditional values in my siblings and me, and I look back on the good memories
and treasure the simple traditions like Christmas Eve. I wonder if, in the
hurried commercialism of our society, the most important values have been lost
amongst the department store sales, credit cards, unlimited electronic gadgets,
piles of gifts under the tree, and mountains of food that Americans feel they
need to celebrate Christmas. Maybe we’d all be better off taking the widow’s
perspective and, instead of participating in the mad rush to the 25th,
we concentrated on giving our all
to Christ and those around us instead. This has to do more with our hearts than
our checking accounts.
As I count down to Christmas this
year and celebrate traditions with my children, I hope my actions honor the
Jesus that my parents took the time to teach me about—the One who loves me, no
matter what. He gave his all
so one day, I could enter into the gates of heaven and reside with Him through
eternity.
Is there any gift under the tree
that could compare?
Praise report from Courtney: She
had her two-month follow-up MRI on Tuesday. It was clear like the last several
have been. This is especially significant as the doctors have begun to wean her
off chemo. Please continue to lift her and her family up in prayer as she
continues this battle. If you're new to the blog and don't know about Courtney's journey with an aggressive brain cancer, glioblastoma, please click on her name to read her story.
If you have a prayer request,
please share it in the comments or e-mail me confidential requests. While
you’re here, take a moment to pray for others’ requests. Thanks! J
Laura
©Laura Hodges Poole
Laura - I grew up with humble beginnings and wouldn't trade it for anything. Your post resonated with me in many ways. We didn't eat out, except for special occasions and those were few and far between. My parents didn't have a lot of money, but they were generous. And I'm grateful for what they taught me.
ReplyDeleteBlessings to you this Christmas season and throughout the coming year.
Thanks, Joan. I'm glad you enjoyed the post. God bless you, as well.
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