Imperfections: Greed

I’m a greedy person. I like to have the last piece of cheese. I like to have three sheets of paper when I may only need two. I like to have a bucket of water saved for MY bucket bath, should the electricity go out (Honduras living). While these things may not bother anyone else, they bother me. I’m human. I’m not perfect. I’m still greedy. There are times when I will share everything that I have, but there are also times when I don’t want to share anything (& I’m not proud of that). 

I met so many people from all walks of life in my travels in Central America. The ones that I learned the most from were the people stuck between a rock and a hard place. I was invited to many homes where the families that lived in these huts were just barely surviving. They never had enough to eat. They didn’t have electricity. Some didn’t even have running water. Many didn’t have all of the typical hygiene stuff that would be considered bare necessities here in the United States. But what I found out was that these people were always so giving, loving, and not at all greedy. They gave me food when they didn’t have any. They offered me use of their house. They invited me to stay with them. Sometimes they brought special money out from a jar to buy a special beverage just because I was there. I was treated like a queen.

I’m not going to lie, at first, I thought they were crazy. I often wondered, “Why would they spend money that they don’t have on me? Why would they give me food when they are malnourished themselves? Why would they share with me since I have so much, when they have so little?” They loved selflessly. They weren’t greedy with what they had. It takes a special kind of person to be able to give like that. I long to be that selfless and loving. I long to live this out daily, no matter where I am at. I long to live this among the poor, but also among the rich. To be selfless with those who need much and selfless with those who need nothing. Most importantly, I want to be selflessly committed to God and His good work. I want to live like the people of Honduras with a big heart that’s not filled with greed, like the widow that gave everything she had. 

As Jesus looked up, he saw the rich putting their gifts into the temple treasury. He also saw a poor widow put in two very small copper coins. “Truly I tell you,” he said, “this poor widow has put in more than all the others. All these people gave their gifts out of their wealth; but she out of her poverty put in all she had to live on.” Luke 21:1-4 NIV

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