Yesterday’s post--a strange brew of mystery and venting--ended with an invitation to guess the identity of this person who causes me (and, perhaps, a few others) no small amount of angst. Surely by now, you’ve figured out who this is: the woman depicted in chapter 31 of the Old Testament wisdom text, Proverbs.
Hopefully, you’ve also had a few minutes to peek at some of the other blogs about this powerful portion of scripture. Each writer will spend ten days discussing one verse from the chapter. Although I can’t speak for the other bloggers, I’ll say that I’m happy to be writing about only one verse. Relieved might be a better word.
This is partly because I don’t think I’m completely equipped to examine (much less emulate) each one of the many, many traits that this super-woman possesses. Obviously, she intimidates me, and rightly so. Because, let’s face it: She is nothing short of amazing. Which makes me feel, well, less-than amazing.
So I’ll gladly start with the one passage I’ve been contemplating, which says:
She welcomes the poor and helps the needy.
Right from the get-go, I know this: I identify more closely with the poor, needy folks than the woman who so generously reaches out to them. I’ve certainly not experienced material poverty, but I'm well-acquainted with the emotional and spiritual versions. Like I’m barely making it sometimes. Like I’m not sure I have all that much to offer.
And maybe that’s a good place to start.
After all, the open-handed kindness this woman demonstrates towards those with needs is a reflection of my own heavenly Father’s abundant generosity towards anyone who has known poverty, whether it’s the spiritual, emotional, physical, or material kind.