Red Skirt Generosity

Lately I’ve been contemplating the meaning of “generosity.” Real generosity, not the I-shared-a-Kit-Kat-with-my-husband generosity (even though I maintain that I should get some measure of credit. I mean, c’mon.) Somehow I doubt that re-gifting the pearlescent blue unicorn bust from my Secret Santa qualifies, either. The Widow’s Mite, James Tissot (1886-1894) Seriously, is painless generosity true generosity if it costs us nothing? Shouldn’t it hurt at least a little? Require sacrifice? Should it not only be an act of kindness but of faith that we have enough? Maybe. Mark 12: 41 Then he sat down opposite the offering box, and watched the crowd putting … Continue reading Red Skirt Generosity