“If your brother becomes poor and cannot maintain himself, you shall support him as though he were a stranger and a sojourner, and he shall live with you. Take no interest from him or profit, but fear your God, that your brother may live beside you. You shall not lend him your money at interest, nor give him your food for profit. I am the Lord your God, who brought you out of the land of Egypt” ~ Leviticus 25:35-37
Four years ago, my husband lost his job. I was a stay at home mom and he was a pastor. We were in the thick of raising our youngest six children, and we were exhausted. Our children have a range of special needs including learning disabilities, cognitive delays, medical needs and exposure to childhood trauma.
I had just returned home from dropping my three youngest at the elementary school when I got the call. I was standing on the back porch unloading groceries when I noticed that it was Mike calling. I quickly set down the jug of milk and answered. He said, “I have bad news but it’s going to be ok. I lost my job this morning.” I sank to my knees, “What?” I asked again with a sob. “But, we won’t have health insurance, Jay has a hematologist appointment in December and it costs $500 out of pocket just to walk into that place!” I felt myself getting hysterical. “We still have six kids at home! Oh no, what are we going to do?” I caught myself before I completely melted down and remembered to check on him, “I’m sorry, how are you?” He sighed, “Angry, frustrated, sad, disappointed, but I think we’re going to be ok. I really do.” We talked a little longer and we both agreed that we would use our savings and try for one year to build our hobby writing into a business. After some quick calculations we knew that if we were careful we could sustain our family for one year.
The next few months were a blur of adjustment. I went back to work part time, Mike immersed himself into writing and we all learned to be mindful of our finances. As winter approached, we sorted our winter coats and realized we were short a few (can you believe the kids had the nerve to keep growing without checking the bank account first?!) As I sat amongst winter coats, hats and gloves, taking inventory of what we needed to buy, I saw a 15 passenger van pull up toward the house. I did a double take before realizing it was a friend of ours from our children’s theater group. She has seven kids, and we have eight so we had become instant friends. I opened the door as she reached the front step. She said, “I hope you don’t mind, I was on my way to Goodwill and decided to stop here first, do you have any need for winter coats?” I nearly fell over with laughter. The winter coats she dropped by were exactly what we were missing. I wasn’t embarrassed, I didn’t feel like a charity case, I just felt loved.
A few months later, my daughter’s therapist pulled me aside and asked if I would be interested in receiving presents from an organization they worked with at the holidays. This time I did start to cry. We were still doing ok and our bank account was holding out but extras like Christmas presents were feeling a little out of reach. I was embarrassed as I wiped a tear and told her yes. We set up an appointment to go over items the kids might like, favorite colors and sizes. A few weeks later, we arrived at the office to pick the gifts up. The team of people who purchased, sorted and wrapped them were surprisingly quiet. They shook my hand, looked me in the eye and helped me carry packages to the car. Just as I was about to close the door, an older gentleman said, “Wait, there’s one more,” then slipped a package through the hatchback and I could see “Mike and Kristin” printed on the tag. I raised my eyebrow in surprise. “We heard you might need that,” then he smiled and shook my hand again then returned to the building. I left the parking lot and had barely rounded the corner when I burst into tears. It wasn’t the generosity that overwhelmed me, it was the dignity and respect. The givers had not taken credit or waited for praise. They gave me something to give my children and allowed me to be the hero of the story. I wasn’t embarrassed, I didn’t feel like a charity case, I truly felt loved.
I have learned a lot about charity from being on the receiving end of it. Here is some advice I have for others who want to help at the holidays.
- Maintain Dignity – Do not gush all over, photograph or record the recipient. Do not talk down to the person you are trying to help. Picture yourself in their shoes and treat them the way you would want to be treated. Look the person in the eye, shake their hand, introduce yourself and call them by name.
- Giving is about the recipient not the giver – If it were you, how would you want someone to help? If they are going through a hard time, let them be there hero for a moment. If you are working in a food pantry, allow participants to carry their groceries in regular brown paper sacks. If you are purchasing presents, allow the recipient to wrap them or label them for their own children with their own handwriting. Everything you do for others should be done in secret.
- No one wants to be a charity case – Receiving charity somehow feels like an admission that we have failed. Give to others in a way that allows the recipient to feel respected, honored and dignified.
Have you been the recipient of someone’s charity? How did you feel? Have you been the giver? Share your story with us in the comment section below.
This post originally appeared in Kristin’s column on Christian Mommy. Read the original post here.
