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There Are Two Kinds of People

How many comparisons have we heard that begin with, “There are two kinds of people…?”  Then the speaker proceeds to give us two categories that will be the topic of his illustration.  Well, I want to tell you, “There are two kinds of people…givers and takers”.  “Givers” delight in giving to others and find real joy in selflessly pouring out blessings through giving to people, needs, and causes. “Takers” are insatiable.  They are always “needy”, always asking, and always taking.  These folks live their lives as if no one else has any needs, struggles, losses, or requirements for money.  Therefore, “everyone” should be quick to give to a “taker” since they are entitled to what you have to see them through.   We hear lots about “takers” demanding what they want during election cycles.

Jesus was confronted by both the “givers” and the “takers”.  He commended the former often. Here is one of those “favorites” that occurred on this day on the week Jesus would be crucified.

Now the Passover and the Festival of Unleavened Bread were only two days away, and the chief priests and the teachers of the law were scheming to arrest Jesus secretly and kill him. “But not during the festival,” they said, “or the people may riot.”

While he was in Bethany, reclining at the table in the home of Simon the Leper, a woman came with an alabaster jar of very expensive perfume, made of pure nard. She broke the jar and poured the perfume on his head.

Some of those present were saying indignantly to one another, “Why this waste of perfume? It could have been sold for more than a year’s wages and the money given to the poor.” And they rebuked her harshly.

“Leave her alone,” said Jesus. “Why are you bothering her? She has done a beautiful thing to me. The poor you will always have with you, and you can help them any time you want. But you will not always have me. She did what she could. She poured perfume on my body beforehand to prepare for my burial. Truly I tell you, wherever the gospel is preached throughout the world, what she has done will also be told, in memory of her.”  (Mark 14:1-9).

I love that phrase in verse 8….”She did what she could”.  At the end of the journey, I pray that will be said of each of us as Children of God….they “did what they could”.

A missionary, speaking of the need on the foreign fields, was to receive an offering to help out with the work. A man was sitting next to the aisle about halfway up. He had folded his arms and sat with a grim look, a scowl and a frown. He evidently didn’t want to be there. Perhaps his wife had made him come. When the usher held the plate in front of him, he just shook his head. The usher jiggled the plate invitingly. Still the only response was the head shake. The usher leaned over and whispered, “It’s for missions, you know.” Still the scowl and a mumbled sentence, “I don’t believe in missions.” This usher was a sharp man. He leaned down and said, “Then you take some out. It’s for the heathen, anyway.”  (copied).