Every last apricot
Photo by Josiah
At the end of a week-long communications trip in Central Asia, my husband and I walked along the rocky shore of a large lake. We’d gone for a swim earlier in the impossibly turquoise water, me wearing the traditional loose cotton dress and pants, and I was trying to dry out the folds of fabric before the sun set.
We were nearing the end of the beach, such as it was, and had just turned around, when a group of women sitting together called us over. They’d noticed we were foreigners, and, as we approached, they unscrewed a large glass jar of dried apricots tucked behind their spread of picnic foods. One of the women emptied a plastic grocery bag and poured half of the jar’s contents into it. Then she handed us the bag, along with a package of crisps, and smiled.
My husband and I put our hands over our hearts, smiled back and said, ‘Thank you.’ Then we walked back to the shady spot our own group had claimed for the afternoon. When we fished out one of the dried apricots to try, we realised they were stuffed with almonds. Wanting to show our appreciation for the gift, we grabbed half a package of candy-covered almonds we’d purchased earlier in the week and an unopened chocolate bar to take back to the women.
We didn’t speak a word of the local language or even the widely prevalent Russian, for that matter. When we got back to the ladies, we handed them our small offering and smiled again. Then, through a series of hand motions, they invited us to sit with them. We perched on the edge of the wooden platform and tried to communicate. We asked about the apricots, wondering who had made the stuffed delicacies. They laughed as they attempted to answer, mimicking the process of picking, pitting, drying and stuffing the fruit.
They called over their sons, towelling off after their own swim, who pulled out a smart phone translation app. Despite the technology, we couldn’t understand much, but we continued to express our appreciation for their country and their generosity.
Eventually, we stood up, ready to re-join the people we’d come with. Before we could walk away, though, the women picked up the jar of dried apricots again and unscrewed the lid. Then they tipped over the jar, dumping every last apricot into another plastic bag. We tried to protest, wanting them to keep some of their obviously labour-intensive treats for themselves, but they refused, sending us away with the second bag.
That act of generosity has stuck with me. We were strangers, and they called us over to bless us. They didn’t have to give us anything—let alone everything—but they did it with smiles on their faces. They didn’t know us; they didn’t expect anything in return; they just gave.
What a beautiful picture of generosity—the kind of overflowing, unasked for abundance God delights in bestowing on His children. And the kind of extravagant generosity we, in return, are asked to emulate.
“The point is this: whoever sows sparingly will also reap sparingly, and whoever sows bountifully will also reap bountifully. Each one must give as he has decided in his heart, not reluctantly or under compulsion, for God loves a cheerful giver. And God is able to make all grace about to you, so that having all sufficiency in all things at all times, you may abound in every good work.” – 2 Corinthians 9:6-8 (ESV)
As a support-raising missionaries, my husband and I know all about asking others to be generous and rejoicing in the resulting gifts they choose to invest in God’s Kingdom through the ministry God has entrusted us to do. In turn, we try to steward that money well and use a portion of those funds to bless others.
But the ladies on the beach challenged me to more—not only giving with an eye to what’s budgeted or left-over, but turning the jar upside down and shaking it out for the benefit of others.
This year, let’s go beyond giving to those we love and instead look for ways to bless strangers, to go out of our way to welcome people we don’t know, to give what we have without holding back—and to rejoice in God’s promise that as we give, cheerfully, He will continue to provide us with everything we need to do His good works.
Have you ever experienced extravagant generosity from a stranger? What ideas do you have to bless others this year?