It is a silly thing, but I’m a bit sad today. I found out that I will be losing my lovely window office next week some time, as our reorganization goes into effect and we are subsumed into another group. We snuck upstairs to look at our new digs, and crawled around on the floors looking at cube numbers. I found my new cube — a standard, 8×8 cubical, right in the middle of a row of three, without a window. It is sad to lose the view I have of the Olympic mountains (at least on a clear day) and (perhaps more importantly) my view of the traffic on I-405.
On a clear day, I can see Mount Jupiter. Of course, clear days are hard to come by in Washington in the winter.
My boss was assigned a window cube, but he has a big pillar in the middle of it, which lessens the ambient charm considerably … but I’m glad for him anyway. It has always seemed a little inappropriate to be lolling about by myself in a window office while my boss had a cube out on the floor. It is strange, but a little change like this makes me wonder if I should look for another job … I guess the change introduced in physically moving offices (and being reorganized under a different director) opens the mind to the possibility of other kinds of change?
This view of Mount Jupiter is not really available from any office window.
Yesterday was a very good day in our home. We have long been planning to purchase some gifts for some folks we want to bless, and Rachel and I finally went out and did it, coming home laden with good things. Rachel and Daniel both asked me if they could have any part in it, and I agreed to ‘sell’ them some of the items so that they could give them, rather than hogging all the giving for myself. I was stunned by the generosity of all three of the kids — they really impressed me with their willingness to give from their hearts. It reminded me of what Jesus said in Mark 12 about the poor woman who gave two small coins amidst the larger gifts of the wealthy temple contributors:
Jesus sat down opposite the place where the offerings were put and watched the crowd putting their money into the temple treasury. Many rich people threw in large amounts. But a poor widow came and put in two very small copper coins, worth only a fraction of a penny. Calling his disciples to him, Jesus said, “I tell you the truth, this poor widow has put more into the treasury than all the others. They all gave out of their wealth; but she, out of her poverty, put in everything—all she had to live on.”
One of the things I have tried to teach my children is to be generous — to be willing to give any and everything away to please our Lord. It was very heartwarming to see them live out that lesson — in one child’s case, they gave nearly everything they had, and all three astounded me with the extent of their kindness. I reminded them of the promise Jesus made to his disciples:
Peter said to him, “We have left everything to follow you!” “I tell you the truth,” Jesus replied, “no one who has left home or brothers or sisters or mother or father or children or fields for me and the gospel will fail to receive a hundred times as much in this present age (homes, brothers, sisters, mothers, children and fields—and with them, persecutions) and in the age to come, eternal life. (Mark 10:28-30)
I am convinced that God honors the generous gifts of his people, and returns those gifts generously, often in ways much more valuable than coin. I have long suspected that one major reason for the many blessings I have enjoyed is because the Lord honors the way that Kathy and I make our tithe and offering a priority, and try hard to be generous in our dealings with others. It brought tears to my eyes to see my children understanding this spiritual truth and desiring to be like God in this way.
