A couple of Saturdays ago I was in our church kitchen. A man I didn’t recognize popped his head in from outside. “I can’t make it to church tomorrow,” he quickly explained, “so I stopped by to drop off my tithe.”
Caught off guard, I said, “No one is in the office right now, but if you trust me enough what would be easiest for our treasurer is if I just put it in the basket for you tomorrow.” “Sure,” he said, handed it to me, and just as quickly as he arrived he was gone.
It turns out I couldn’t have run away with it even if I had bad intentions. It was a credit union check typed out to the church with a modest amount that included cents. I am guessing it was exactly 10% of a paycheck.
In the midst of the ups and downs of church life, I was stopped in my tracks by his pure obedience. He is not an active church member, but was somehow led to worship in this sacrificial way. I had never before tithed on behalf of someone else. It was an honor.