Boy, do I have a treat for you today.

It would be best not to construe this post as a happy, happy, joy, joy kind of treat. Instead, it’s a getcha thinkin’, heart-shaping kind of treat. I promise it’s a good one though.

Corrie ten Boom is one of my heroes of the faith. After surviving Hitler’s death camps during the Holocaust, she spent the rest of her life traveling the world testifying to the goodness and faithfulness of her God. The following is an excerpt from her book, Tramp For The Lord:

“The old woman was lying on a small sofa, propped up by pillows. Her body was bent and twisted almost beyond recognition by the dread disease of multiple sclerosis. Her aged husband spent all his time caring for her since she was unable to move off the sofa.

“I walked across the room and kissed her wrinkled cheek. She tried to look up but the muscles in her neck were atrophied so she could only roll her eyes upward and smile. She raised her right hand, slowly, in jerks. It was the only part of her body she could control and with her gnarled and deformed knuckles she caressed my face. I reached over and kissed the index finger of that hand, for it was with this one finger that she had so long glorified God.

“Beside her couch was a vintage typewriter. Each morning her faithful husband would rise, praising the Lord. After caring for his wife’s needs and feeding her a simple breakfast he would prop her into a sitting position on the couch, placing pillows all around her so she wouldn’t topple over. Then he would move that ancient black typewriter in front of her on a small table. From an old cupboard he would remove a stack of cheap yellow paper. Then, with that blessed one finger, she would begin to type.

“All day and far into the night she would type. She translated Christian books into Russian, Latvian, and the language of her people. Always using just that one finger – peck…peck…peck – she typed out the pages. Portions of the Bible, the books of Billy Graham, Watchman Nee, and Corrie ten Boom – all came from her typewriter. That was why I was there – to thank her.

“‘Not only does she translate their books,’ her husband said as he hovered close by during our conversation, ‘but she prays for these men every day while she types. Sometimes it takes a long time for her finger to hit the key, or for her to get the paper in the machine, but all the time she is praying for those whose books she is working on.'”*

Mark 12:42-44 (NIV) teaches us something similar. “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.'”

So…I’ll ask you the same thing I asked myself, “Are you giving your all for the glory of God? Is your life a living sacrifice for Him?”


*Corrie ten Boom, Tramp For The Lord (New Jersey: Fleming H. Revell Co., 1974), p.175.

Father God, Open our ears that we might hear Your cry. Awaken our hearts to love You and serve You more – with all what we are, with all that we have. We love You, Lord. Seal this lesson deep in our spirits. Thank You Lord. You alone are worthy of our praise.
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