Weazy's Mite

Thanksgiving is my favorite of all holidays.  It is not overcomercialized, it is it's simplicity that I love.  The holiday is  about nothing more than being thankful.... and a gluton.  I celebrated five times this year (no joke).  My estimation is that I consumed just shy of 2 billion calories. 

I have a lot to be thankful for, I really do.  I have seen so much generosity this past year, I would be greedy to expect anything else.  One such example of generosity gave me all the more reason to be thankful this year. 

Misty and I have a friend that we worked with at the Dale House Project whom I will call Weazy.  He has hung around the community for the past four years, and grown to be a friend of anyone that works with the DHP.  We saw him on Thanksgiving at the DHP (where we celebrated) and I barely spoke with him.  I stuffed my face, said brief hellos to several old friends and than got started with the dishes.  As I was doing dishes, Weazy said "hey, aren't you glad I didn't try to wrestle you today".  Strangley enough, I was indeed thinking, I was thankful for this, since Weazy, has been programmed by our friend Andy to tackle me on command.

I than saw Weazy again that night, when I stopped by another friends house.  I didn't stay long because I had to go to Thanksgiving #5 "The Vegeterian Thanksgiving".  But when I got up to go, Weazy got up with me, and said he would walk me out.  I thought that to be odd, but said nothing.  I said good bye at the door and headed out to my car, and Weazy was still following me.  At this point I wasn't sure if Weazy was going to try to tackle me, I didn't think he would, but I was not certain.

I don't remember what he said to me, but I know he encouraged me in our adoption efforts and than tried to hand me money.  For the first time in our fundraising efforts, I refused.  You see, I know how much he makes, I know how he drives his scooter to work in the freezing cold to work a thankless graveyard shift to clean offices.  So maybe it was pride, maybe it was humility, I don't know but I didn't want to take his money.  Yet he still insisited.  I than noticed that it was a $100 bill, until this point I think I assumed that it was a ten or a twenty.  So I persisted and told him he worked too hard for his money and this was way too much.  But Weazy continued, he said he wanted to give it to me.  I finally relented and took the money and I just sat in my car, awe struck by his generosity.  And I could not help but think about the story in Mark about the widow's mite, I thought about how I give conditionally in my surplus, but Weazy he gave out of his limited income to support our orphans.  How beautiful that must be in the eyes of God.