David C. Hughes, Writer

“For the LORD your God will bless you in all your harvest and in all the work of your hands, and your JOY will be complete." –Deuteronomy 16:15

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The Epiphany of Joy, Chapter 12: Joy in Giving (2 of 3)

I believe, however, that one hindrance to giving is the perception that God’s blessings are poured out only in financial form; we give $100 to the church, we expect to receive a check in the mail or an injection into our bank account for 30, 60, or a hundred times the amount given, and when that doesn’t happen, we crack the door open and allow discouragement to slither in and make its home in our heart. God is not limited in how (or when) He doles out His good measure. The promise is that He will dole it out. God does want to prosper us, He does want to give us good gifts because He is a loving and faithful Father (see Jeremiah 29:11 and Luke 11:11-13), but God is not limited by our limitations, expectations, pride, selfishness, or idolatry. As God spoke through Isaiah: “’For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,’ declares the LORD” (Isaiah 55:8 NIV). Putting our giving into the proper perspective, and opening our hearts to receiving the blessings, even if it’s just a smile on someone’s face or a heartfelt “Thank you,” purifies our intentions.

I attended a Men’s Summit at Gateway Church in Southlake, Texas, and during this particular retreat, the testimony of one speaker shifted my perspective regarding expectations as a result of tithing and giving. Todd McIntyre, Gateway’s Men’s Pastor, related his experience of giving until it hurt, in the expectation that God would bless him financially because he had faithfully continued to give away his money, even when it didn’t make sense. Todd’s refrain to God was “Okay, I did what You said, now it’s Your turn.” So he gave. And waited. Gave. And waited some more. For two years Todd received seemingly nothing. He whined and complained, and God finally spoke: “Your whining does not motivate me. I’m not your Mama. I’m your Daddy. If you want to live, you have to have faith.” God continued: “Your motives are wrong. You gave for the wrong reason. Your foundation is on sand; you need to put it on Rock.” Pastor Todd’s lesson was not only in faith and right motives, but in perseverance and surrender. “When I finally gave up,” Todd said, “my life started turning around.”

In the book of Acts, chapter 20, the apostle Paul concluded his farewell address to the presbyters of the church at Ephesus with words that have almost become a cliché: “. . . keep in mind the words of the Lord Jesus who himself said, ‘It is more blessed to give than to receive’” (Acts 20:35b NIV). The reference is to the deuterocanonical Book of Ben Sirach: “Let not your hand be open to receive and clenched when it is time to give” (Sirach 4:31 NAB). The blessing is in the giving itself, the joy that enters your heart when your hand is released.

Mary’s giving heart always amazes me; my wife truly gives to bless others, and she lives out her Spiritual gift of giving as naturally as Hannah lives out her gift of goofiness. Mary serves to serve, to meet a need, to satisfy a want. One evening she chatted on the phone with one of her friends, and during the conversation the woman admitted going through a rough patch financially as her husband labored hard to build up his business. She’d been going through the hoops of applying for financial assistance to bridge the gap, but had run into obstacle after obstacle during the application process. Later that week Mary asked me what I planned to tithe the upcoming Sunday. “$96,” I said. “Why?”

“I want to buy a grocery store gift card and give it to their family,” she declared. I agreed, and that Saturday we met Mary’s friend at a local craft fair where she sat under a canopy selling rustic picture frames, hat hangers, and flags her husband had fashioned from scraps of old wood, used horseshoes, and corrugated steel. She’d been there all day, through rain, wind, and sparse crowds, and had sold just enough to pay the vendor fee and clear a little bit more to take home.

When we arrived, one last heavy downpour had already rumbled through the area, and the early evening sun shone brightly in the crisp cyan sky. As we helped break down her canopy and pack away her wares, Mary called her aside and presented the gift card. Her friend looked at her, tears welling up in her eyes. “No,” she said. But my wife insisted.

“Look at me,” Mary told her. “Listen to me. Every week my husband and I tithe and we’ve been blessed for it.” She pressed the card into her friend’s hand. “This is our tithe for this week. You are our church, and this is what church is about, it’s about taking care of each other.” Her friend took the card and both women cried. And Mary’s joy–and mine!–was complete.

Both the Old and the New Testaments contain many stories about people enthusiastically giving, and the subsequent results of this encouragement, service, and material sacrifice. In 1 Chronicles 29, King David announced to the Hebrews that not only had he stored up the materials to construct the Temple, he had also donated his personal fortune of gold and silver “because of the delight I take in the house of my God” (1 Chronicles 29:3 NAB). He then asked the people, “who else is willing to contribute generously this day to the Lord?” (v 5). The Hebrews “came forward willingly and contributed . . .” (v 6). And what they contributed blew away David’s personal sacrifice in spades. Because of David’s enthusiasm and his heart for God, “the people rejoiced over these free-will offerings, which had been contributed to the Lord wholeheartedly. King David also rejoiced greatly” (v 9). As a result of these blessings, God in turn blessed the Hebrews, through Solomon, with a “princely house” where God dwelled among His people.

Later, after Joash became king, he commanded that the tax “for the tent of the testimony” (2 Chronicles 24:6 NAB) be collected to repair the Temple his own grandmother had damaged. “All the princes and the people rejoiced,” (v 10) and contributed so much to the cause that the money chest had to be emptied several times, and “they restored the house of God according to its original form, and reinforced it” (v 13). The people gave with joy, and as a result they were again blessed with a Temple befitting the King of the universe.

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Copyright ©2014 by David C. Hughes

The Epiphany of Joy, Chapter 12: Joy in Giving (1 of 3)

NOTE: On March 26th, the day I turned 50, I signed a publishing contract with Progressive Rising Phoenix Press for both The Epiphany of Joy and for Melted Clowns.  The timing couldn’t have been more perfect as Mary and I toasted this pivotal life event with not only Amanda Thrasher, co-owner of Progressive Rising Phoenix Press, but also with my parents, who were in town to help celebrate my milestone birthday.  Special thanks goes out to both Amanda and her business partner, Jannifer Powelson, for their trust and confidence in me.  You ladies rock!  We’re shooting for a September 20th release date for the two books, and my goal is to participate in the Writer’s Extravaganza, an author meet and greet and book signing held at the Barnes & Noble in the Parks Mall in Arlington, Texas, on 9/20.  More information to follow.

Thank you all for your continued support, prayers, and interest as we take the next step on this incredible journey.  Without you all, my life’s calling would be meaningless.  With you all, the world is truly blessed.

Many blessings,

David

And now, The Epiphany of Joy, Chapter 12: Joy in Giving, part 1 of 3 . . .

 

All you need do is recognize that you have the ability to allow God to work through you and bring happiness to others. And the more you give happiness to others, the more you will have it for yourself.

–Matthew Kelly, A Call to Joy, page 117

 

One evening, a couple months after I’d left my steady job, I started to feel the pinch of our severely-diminished family income while balancing the checkbook. The three-figure tally at the bottom of the check register did nothing to assure me I’d done the right thing giving up my full-time six-digit income in exchange for the adventure of a writer’s life. I scrutinized the debits–mainly birthday party expenses for Hannah–and felt my blood pressure rising.

A couple weeks earlier, Mary had sacrificed her own birthday and anniversary gifts in exchange for throwing Hannah a big sixth birthday party, and she’d busied herself buying candy for the piñata, purchasing gift bags for the party-goers, and putting down a deposit to hold the professional magician. On top of all that, we’d caved in to Hannah’s persistent nagging for guinea pigs and ended up spending even more money on a cage and all the trimmings. And I knew Mary hadn’t yet finished: she still had to buy an assortment of colored sand for one of the party activities.

For months Mary had been trying to convince Hannah to relinquish her obsession with the purple Fisher Price kitchen she’d played with since she was a toddler. She’d outgrown the thing by a year or two, but whenever we broached the subject of donating it to the church, she’d whine about still wanting to play with it. So there it sat in her bedroom, taking up space and collecting a fine patina of dust. But when we revealed the guinea piglets to her on her birthday, we seized the moment to coax her into giving away the toy: “We need to make a space to put the cage,” Mary told her. Mesmerized by the piglets, Hannah agreed.

The next morning Mary happily loaded the plastic kitchen into the back of the car and headed to the gym with Hannah. After dropping our daughter off, Mary then drove to the church office and unloaded the toy. She’d intended to head into Fort Worth to purchase the colored sand for the birthday party activity, but she ran out of time and returned to the gym to squeeze in a homeschool session with Hannah between training sessions.

While teaching first-grade addition, Mary offhandedly mentioned to the other homeschool moms that she hadn’t been able to buy the sand she needed. Her intention was to make the 30-minute trip into town the next day. Michelle Lockhart, Hannah’s gymnastics coach since she was 18 months old, stopped what she working on and looked at Mary. “What did you say?”

“I have to go to the Hobby Lobby in Fort Worth tomorrow,” Mary repeated, “to buy colored sand so the girls at Hannah’s party can fill dolphin key chains.”

“Hold on one second,” Michelle said. She dropped the paperwork she was organizing and called her husband, Heath. After chatting a minute, she hung up: “Heath will bring you a box of sand and dolphin key chains we just got from our church,” she said. “They were throwing them out so we took them and brought them home last night. He’ll drop them off today.”

In that moment everything clicked: Mary had given Hannah’s plastic kitchen to the church that morning, and a huge plastic bin filled with play sand and dolphin key chains arrived on our doorstep that afternoon. Jesus promised in Luke 6:38: “Give, and it will be given to you. A good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over, will be poured into your lap. For with the measure you use, it will be measured to you” (Luke 6:38 NIV). That morning Mary had resolved to buy four different colored bags of play sand for about $10. She and Hannah then donated a toy worth not much of anything except to the hearts of the children who would now get to play with it. That afternoon our family received more than four dozen bottles filled with different-colored sand. We gave, and God poured about $140 worth of sand and key chains into our laps. In fact, we used only what we needed for the party and returned the rest of it. Thank You, Jesus!

I love to give! In fact, it’s one of my Spiritual gifts described by the apostle Paul in Romans 12:6-8. And the joy I receive from giving is truly worth the sacrifice of giving; the joy of giving is itself the reward. As Jesus promised, those who give with the right attitude will receive back what they gave, and more. Jesus’ allusion in Luke 6:38 refers to a basket filled with grain or flour which was first filled, compressed, shaken to settle it even further, then added to for good measure. A true abundance in return for a simple act.

Why do I give? First, I can’t help myself! Giving is my calling, even when it hurts–the reward, for me, is in the giving. But I admit I also give because of God’s promise to reward us in return. I have a heart of expectation, although what I receive may not be what I expected. God yells “Surprise!” to Mary and I a lot, and I’m completely convinced that because we faithfully and cheerfully donate our time, talents, and treasure, we’ve been blessed beyond blessed; God is glorified in our giving. The testimony alone is worth at least a few thousand denarii!

Mary and I also tithe, the Old Testament tradition of giving the first 10% of our income, our “first fruits,” to the church. We tithe to honor God, but we also tithe because, simply, it works as God promised. In Malachi 3:10, God threw down a challenge: test Him in this and watch what He does. Believe me, when you get your heart right, when you give cheerfully according to 2 Corinthians 9:7, when you drop dearth mentality, when you let go of pride, selfishness, and fear, tithing loses its potentially sour foretaste and produces the sweet fruit of God’s limitless abundance and “Praise Jesus” joy! You’ll end up wanting to encourage everyone to tithe as well!

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Copyright ©2014 by David C. Hughes

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