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I have a habit of falling asleep to soft talking from the television. It's my version of the sleep cocktail - thumb-sucking and stroking a blanket.
Unfortunately, the same thing that puts me to sleep is the same thing that wakes me up and Friday was no different.
What was different, however, is not only did I keep the TV on; I watched and listened to the televangelist. I felt so blessed after watching his spiel oops, I mean testimony, and I swear if I had a credit card I would have been in the 300 he was summoning to send him $1000.00
Normally, I would be offended by someone asking for money for what I believe should be free to you and me but not this time. Instead, I was moved by the sermon, I wanted others to hear his message and be blessed by it.
I rationalized it would be money well spent. I know it isn't cheap to broadcast commercial-free on television. I worked in TV. Spots, as they are called in broadcasting, are expensive. I imagined how much a one and half hour of commercial free television preaching must be and I wanted to support the ministry.
I wanted to send money because I felt blessed mostly by what I heard. I felt the televangelist fed my mind and nourished my soul. I felt invincible and I wanted others to be so empowered.
I didn't have the $1000 but I wished I did. I would've sent it without hesitation. Yes, even if it was my last dollar. I also felt blessed because in that moment I walked in my brother and sister's shoes.
Prior to Friday morning, I never understood why people would pay for a financial blessing. I never understood tithing in a church that had no outreach ministry. I never felt it necessary to pay for someone's ministry. Now I understand. Blessing those who bless you lifts you up.
I don't think I will start sending money to random televangelists. I do know, however, why others do it - and a wider perspective is a driver of wisdom. ~MH
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