$25 for a plate of spaghetti. That’s how much I paid at a fancy restaurant in Quebec City. And I don’t know if eating at a table on the sidewalk can be called fancy, although we had a good view of the downtown area. It was 3 pm and we were all famished. My hunger was enough to drown the thought of paying such an extravagant price for a simple dish. The food tasted delicious, the serving was large and it filled my stomach, so I told myself it must be worth it.
How easy it is to fork out $25 for a meal, $100 for a designer bag or $60 for a pair of jeans. Yet when the collection basket comes around during the Mass, most of the time I look for a $5.00 bill or change.
How much does it cost to save my soul? If I can translate my faith into dollars, how much will it be? I’m not saying that I can bribe God with my offering but true love manifests itself in a generous spirit. Surely, my faith is worth more than a $25 plate of spaghetti.
Bring the whole tithe into the storehouse, That there may be food in my house, and try me in this, says the LORD of hosts: Shall I not open for you the floodgates of heaven, to pour down blessing upon you without measure? (Malachi 3:10)
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