I have sweated and I have worked hard all day.
And here in my hand I now have my pay.
I see two small Roman coins with rough edges.
Each of the little coins is called one mite.
I am so very hungry. Two mites will buy enough
flour so I can bake a four-inch round loaf of bread.
I am just a lonely old widow and I have survived
for years on the generosity of friends and strangers.
It is a rare thing for me to get any kind of work.
And to earn two mites is a small fortune in my eyes.
My clothes look like rags and I am ashamed to
be seen in public. I dare not go to the temple.
But it has been so long since I have had anything to
give to God that it breaks my heart and at night I cry.
A mite is our smallest coin so I can't give a tenth.
But I could give one of them and that would be half.
But it is still so very little that I would be ashamed.
I must give both of my mites to my Lord and my God.
I sneak into the Temple and I carefully move
from shadow to shadow to avoid being seen.
When I think no one is looking I quickly drop my
two mites into the offering chest and then I flee.
But Jesus sees. And Jesus understands.
And in His Book the deed is recorded for eternity.