My friend lost everything he had, in an instant – like Job, in the Old Testament. An unforeseen 3rd party event shut down his business. In one day, he lost all of his income, money, and assets. He was broke.
During the painful personal adjustment period to that catastrophic financial loss, he was in Mac Donalds about to order a breakfast value meal. The $5 in his pocket was all he had for the day.
The man next to him at the counter was fumbling in his pockets, looking for money. Some coins fell to the floor. There were a few crumpled dollars, along with some change, on the counter.
One of the father’s 3 young sons said that he was hungry. The sons’ ages seemed to range from 4 to 8. The father said that they might have to share their breakfast. Obviously, the father did not have enough money to pay for his kids’ breakfasts.
The next thing my friend knew was that he was bending over, with his crumpled 5 dollar bill in his hand. He tapped the father’s shoe. The father looked down, and my friend asked, “Is this what you were looking for?” My friend handed the father the $5, and said, “This fell out of your pocket during your scrambling search.” Their eyes met. Nothing was said. The father’s tear was enough gratitude.
My friend left, without ordering breakfast. It was the only money he had. Funny thing, he didn’t feel hungry. He felt good. He didn’t know why he did that. He didn’t plan on doing it. He recalled Christ’s comment about love: “By this, shall all men know that you are my disciple, if you love one another, as I have loved you.” -unconditionally.
My friend thought that, If Christ could hang on a wooden cross for 3 hours, bloody and beaten, as the perfect sacrifice for the forgiveness of ALL sins, then the sacrifice of $5 was the least he could do. By the way, the word “sacrifice” does not mean: “Loss”.
The word “sacrifice” comes from 2-Latin words: “Sacri / Faciam”, meaning: “To Make Holy”. In some small way, giving that father $5 for his sons’ breakfasts, was holy. Sharing something, whether from surplus or need, is holy.
Sharing something, without asking anything in return, is also an act of love.