[Granville-Hough] 20 Jan 2009 - Widow's Mite
Trustees for Granville W. Hough
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Fri Jan 20 06:08:45 PST 2017
Date: Tue, 20 Jan 2009 16:46:00 -0800
From: Granville W Hough <gwhough at oakapple.net>
Subject: 20 Jan 2009 - Widow's Mite
Bonny and I watched most of the Inaugural events; and it was indeed an
impressive sight. All one can say now is: "May the Lord bless the new
administration and guide it on the most fruitful way to accomplish the
goals outlined by the new president."
Widows Mite. (From Mark 12:41-44). Jesus sat down opposite the place
where the offerings were put (at the Temple in Jerusalem) 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 fraction of a penny. Calling his disciples to
him, Jesus said, I tell you the truth, 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.
Once in the spring of 1936, in my home in Smith County, MS, I became
part of a funding drive to help people in some local disaster, perhaps a
tornado, a Leaf River flood, or a big fire. I do not recall what it was.
We may have been asked to bring something to school from home to help
out. Anyway, it was organized by the Mize churches into a funding drive
to pick up goods which would help the distressed people. I was in the
Seventh Grade. When we arrived at school, several of us with good grades
who would not miss being in class were asked if we were willing to help
out with this funding drive. I did not know how to refuse and joined up.
We were each paired up with someone with a car for gathering whatever
was offered. It was my good fortune to be paired up with a most charming
lady I had never seen before. She was Mrs. Virgil Sullivan. I did know
her husband, as he was our mail carrier for Route 3. Either she or
someone else carefully instructed us on what we were to say as we went
from house to house. It was a simple statement of the facts of the
tragedy and a plea for anything they could offer to help. We were to
address each person by name after we knocked on the door. I knew none of
the housewives in Mize, but Mrs. Sullivan assured me she would give me
the names at each house.
I was 13 years old in 1935, and I had already begun to develop the
cynicism of teen-agers. I thought, How will the poor folks of Mize
respond to such a plea? They will laugh at us. But it was a day away
from the monotony of school, so I did as well as I could. To my great
surprise, every person listened to my plea; and everyone gave something.
One looked around and said, All I have extra is a spool of thread and a
needle. Would you take that? Almost every weekend, I watched my mother
repair the school shirts and overalls for me and my three younger
brothers. So I said, Yes, Mam, it will help someone repair their
clothes. So that was the smallest gift.
The last call we made was to the street behind the school house where
Bill Hardy McAlpins family lived. We stopped there successfully, and
there was one more house on that street before it ended at the edge of
the overflow plain for Clear Creek. It was to be our last stop. I felt
like telling Mrs. Sullivan we should not stop there because a poor widow
lived there who was supporting her daughter or granddaughter. I saw the
little girl every day in the same clean dress, bare-footed, but with a
shiny face and freshly combed hair. She was probably a grade or two
behind me. I went into the house, which was almost bare of furniture,
but clean as a whistle. I explained my mission, and she exclaimed, Oh,
those poor people, let me see what I have that they could use. She went
back into her kitchen and came back with three jars of canned goods in
Mason jars, and I was astounded. She gave more than any other family we
visited in Mize. I was so impressed I looked for the little girl when we
came back to school in the Fall of 1936. She was not there, and I was
told they had moved away.
Through my life, I have heard many preachers talk about the widows
mite, with many interpretations. I always wondered, Have they ever met
the poor widow, have they ever been in her house, do they know what her
children or grandchildren are like, would they recognize the human
spirit which impels people to help others they dont even know, even to
the extent of sharing what they desperately need themselves? Though it
is probably an idealization, I have always felt I met the poor widow
when I was 13 years old, and it was on the backest of the back streets
of Mize, MS.
Mrs. Virgil Sullivan and I delivered our collection to the central
point, probably the Mize Methodist Church, and we parted company. If
other people wanted to get near Mrs. Sullivan, as it was rumored, I can
understand why. She was a delightful person. So far as I know, she
remained faithful to her husband, Virgil, for 68 years.
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