A Nickel for the Lord

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Oct 9, 1913

A Nickel for the Lord

YESTERDAY he wore a rose on the lapel of his coat, and when the plate was passed he gave a nickel to the Lord. He had some gold in his pocket, and Sunday change, perhaps a dollar's worth, but he hunted about, and, finding this poor little nickel, he laid it on the plate to aid the church militant in its fight against the world, the flesh, and the devil.

And this very man had his shoes polished on Saturday afternoon, and he handed out a dime without a murmur. He had a shave, and paid fifteen cents with equal alacrity. He took a box of candies home to his wife, and paid forty cents for it, and the box was tied with a dainty piece of ribbon. Yes, and he also gave a nickel to the Lord.

Who is this Lord? Who is he? Why, the man worships him as Creator of the universe, the one who put the stars in order and by whose immutable decree the heavens stand. Yes, he does, and he dropped a nickel in to support the church militant.

And what is the church militant? The church militant is the church that represents upon the earth the church triumphant of the great God the man gave a nickel to.

And the man knew he was but an atom in space, and he knew that the Almighty was without limitations, and knowing this, he put his hand in his pocket and picked out the nickel and gave it to the Lord.

And the Lord, being gracious and slow to anger and knowing our frame, did not slay the man for the meanness of his offering, but gives him this day his daily bread.

But the nickel was ashamed, if the man was not. The nickel hid beneath a quarter that was given by a poor woman who washes and irons for a living.—Toronto Star.