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Egg Money for Jesus

Sep 13, 2016

For several decades every issue of this Namikango bulletin contained a list of the previous month’s contributors, complete with the dollar amount of their donation.

The intent behind that was truth-in-reporting. We wanted our donors to know where every dollar came from and where every dollar got spent. So folks who could only give three dollars got their gift listed right under somebody who gave three hundred.

Finally some alert soul pointed out to us that listing donation amounts might be embarrassing. And not just to those who gave sparsely. Some of the most liberal contributors might not want their generosity to be advertised. So the donor list now contains names only.

Back in the 1960s, however, I remember that almost every Mission bulletin I published had my Grandmother Key’s name in the list of givers. The dollar amount usually was less than ten dollars. I doubt that many who saw those bulletins several states away had any idea how proud our grandmother was of the work her grandson B. Shelburne was doing in the African mission field. Nor did they have any idea that her tiny donations came from selling the eggs her hens laid beyond what her family needed. When the amount bumped up above ten dollars, it meant that she had sold the dogie lamb she had bottle-fed after its mama abandoned it. Every dime Grandmother made she contributed to Namikango.

More than half a century later the Mission work in Malawi continues its vibrant ministry because of the heartfelt commitment of dozens of people like my Grandmother Key.

She never set foot in Malawi. In fact, she probably didn’t cross their West Texas county line more than a dozen times in her entire life. But the Gospel of Jesus got preached to thousands of souls on the other side of the planet because that sweet little Christian lady and a host of committed believers like her have faithfully supported a mission they never expect to see. Only the Lord knows how much good may grow out of your gifts, even if they seem small in your eyes. My dear grandmother knew that her egg money was just a drop in the mission bucket compared to the larger donations others sent each month. Perhaps she did not know, however, how much it blessed and encouraged my missionary brother and his wife when month after month they saw her name among those who supported their work.

What kind of message are you sending to our current missionary team when they open the latest issue of this bulletin and often see your name among those who care enough to finance the Lord’s work in a distant land?

By Gene Shelburne, Board Member