There’s an old cliché that Silence is Golden. When my kids were young and I was a stay at home mom I would have followed that cliché with a resounding Amen! But as a giver I feel a little differently.
When I give it’s because I want to be a part of something – something bigger than myself. The reality is that I am not Rockefeller or Gates when it comes to the dollars I give. . . but my heart doesn’t know the difference. The dollars, limited as they may be, are expressions of my heart. I want to be a part of something. I want to make a difference. It is a journey that I am slowly growing in but I admit that I wonder if the organizations that I give to understand or care about that journey.
Being part of the Servant Foundation I get to be part of some pretty major gifts and as a Foundation representative I receive many notes of appreciation and encouragement. But the personal giving side looks much different. A note of thanks is a rarity. Sometimes there is literally no communication – form letter, receipt or otherwise. In this case, Silence is Deafening. Without communication I assume my giving doesn’t matter.
Earlier this week the silence ended. I received a hand-written, personal note from a ministry leader that made my heart leap for joy. The interesting thing is that this ministry is one I haven’t given to in several years. The note was a reflection of what our personal support (not just the giving but the words of encouragement, etc) meant to this leader. It served as a reminder that maybe the little guy can make a difference. The note caused me to revisit the ministry and re-engage my commitment to the cause. Guess who’s on the top of my giving list this year?