THE RICH FAMILY IN CHURCH
By Eddie Ogan
I'll never forget Easter 1946.
I was 14, my little sister Ocy was 12,and my
older sister Darlene 16. We
lived at home with our mother, and the four of
us knew what it was to do without
many things. My dad had died five years
before, leaving Mom with seven
school kids to raise and no money.
By 1946 my older sisters were
married and my brothers had left home. A
month before Easter the pastor
of our church announced that a special
Easter offering would be taken
to help a poor family. He asked everyone to
save and give sacrificially.
When we got home, we talked about
what we could do. We decided to buy 50
pounds of potatoes and live
on them for a month. This would allow us to
save $20 of our grocery money
for the offering. When we thought that if we
kept our electric lights turned
out as much as possible and didn't listen
to the radio, we'd save money
on that month's electric bill. Darlene got as
many house and yard cleaning
jobs as possible, and both of us babysat for
everyone we could. For 15 cents
we could buy enough cotton loops to make
three pot holders to sell for
$1.
We made $20 on pot holders. That month was one of the best of our lives.
Every day we counted the money
to see how much we had saved. At night we'd
sit in the dark and talk about
how the poor family was going to enjoy
having the money the church
would give them. We had about 80 people in
church, so figured that whatever
amount of money we had to give, the
offering would surely be 20
times that much. After all, every Sunday the
pastor had reminded everyone
to
save for the sacrificial offering.
The day before Easter, Ocy and
I walked to the grocery store and got the
manager to give us three crisp
$20 bills and one $10 bill for all our change.
We ran all the way home to show
Mom and Darlene. We had never had so much
money before.
That night we were so excited
we could hardly sleep. We didn't care that we
wouldn't have new clothes for
Easter; we had $70 for the sacrificial offering.
We could hardly wait to get to
church! On Sunday morning, rain was pouring.
We didn't own an umbrella, and
the church was over a mile from our home,
but it didn't seem to matter
how wet we got. Darlene had cardboard in her
shoes to fill the holes. The
cardboard came apart, and her feet got wet.
But we sat in church proudly.
I heard some teenagers talking about the
Smith girls having on their
old dresses. I looked at them in their new
clothes, and I felt rich.
When the sacrificial offering
was taken, we were sitting on the second row
from the front. Mom put in the
$10 bill, and each of us kids put in a $20.
As we walked home after church,
we sang all the way. At lunch Mom had a
surprise for us. She had bought
a dozen eggs, and we had boiled Easter eggs
with our fried potatoes! Late
that afternoon the minister drove up in his
car. Mom went to the door, talked
with him for a moment, and then came back
with an envelope in her hand.
We asked what it was, but she didn't say a
word. She opened the envelope
and out fell a bunch of money. There were
three crisp $20 bills, one $10
and seventeen $1 bills.
Mom put the money back in the
envelope. We didn't talk, just sat and stared
at the floor. We had gone from
feeling like millionaires to feeling like
poor white trash. We kids had
such a happy life that we felt sorry for
anyone who didn't have our Mom
and Dad for parents and a house full of
brothers and sisters and other
kids visiting constantly. We thought it was
fun to share silverware and
see whether we got the spoon or the fork that
night.
We had two knifes that we passed
around to whoever needed them. I knew we
didn't have a lot of things
that other people had, but I'd never thought we
were poor.
That Easter day I found out we
were. The minister had brought us the money
for the poor family, so we must
be poor. I didn't like being poor. I looked
at my dress and worn-out shoes
and felt so ashamed--I didn't even want to
go back to church. Everyone
there probably already knew we were poor!
I thought about school. I was
in the ninth grade and at the top of my class
of over 100 students. I wondered
if the kids at school knew that we were
poor. I decided that I could
quit school since I had finished the eighth
grade. That was all the law
required at that time. We sat in silence for a
long time. Then it got dark,
and we went to bed. All that week, we girls
went to school and came home,
and no one talked much. Finally on Saturday,
Mom asked us what we wanted
to do with the money. What did poor people do
with money? We didn't
know. We'd never known we were
poor. We didn't want to go to church on
Sunday, but Mom said we had
to. Although it was a sunny day, we didn't talk
on the way.
Mom started to sing, but no one
joined in and she only sang one verse. At
church we had a missionary speaker.
He talked about how churches in Africa
made buildings out of sun dried
bricks, but they needed money to buy roofs.
He said $100 would put a roof
on a church. The minister said, "Can't we all
sacrifice to help these poor
people?" We looked at each other and smiled
for the first time in a week.
Mom reached into her purse and
pulled out the envelope. She passed it to
Darlene. Darlene gave it to
me, and I handed it to Ocy. Ocy put it in the
offering.
When the offering was counted,
the minister announced that it was a little
over $100. The missionary was
excited. He hadn't expected such a large
offering from our small church.
He said, "You must have some rich people in
this church."
Suddenly it struck us! We had given $87 of that "little over $100."
We were the rich family in the
church! Hadn't the missionary said so? From
that day on I've never been
poor again. I've always remembered how rich I
am because I have Jesus!
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