About a year ago, PVUMC gave each of us a small packet of cards, each with a thought or suggestion that was thought-provoking or meant to change a behavior. I have one of those little cards taped to my laptop so that I see it every day. I HATE THAT CARD! It makes me uncomfortable. For a long time I followed the suggestion “religiously” but lately, not so faithfully. The little card reads: “Write down everything you spend. You will be surprised!” And yes, I was surprised.
Each of us has bills to pay, obligations to meet and a responsibility to save for the future, but most of us have some amount of money each month that is spent on all the “feel good” stuff. If I write down all my “feel good” stuff, like another pair of shoes, three more books from Amazon, and eating out multiple times in a week, I am often uncomfortable with many of my choices AND the credit card balance at the end of the month.
I pledge to PVUMC through an automatic bank draft, just as automatically as my cell phone and utility bills. Surely, I thought, my support of PVUMC is as important as my Direct TV bill. I care about the future of PVUMC. I want the programs of the church, the mission initiatives, and the caring staff to continue, even expand. For me, supporting PVUMC deserved to come before my “feel good stuff.”
During my career until retirement, I knew exactly how much my salary was each month. Now, I know exactly how much money will appear in my bank account from Social Security and my retirement funds. How can I expect the church I love to financially support all its programs and salaries if it has no idea how much money it will receive from you and me month to month? Can you imagine living with that uncertainty? When we “pledge our support,” we help eliminate that uncertainty.
Oh, back to that pesky little card. The reason keeping track of all that I spend isn’t always comfortable is that I believe Jesus knows my financial priorities as surely as he knows my heart. Pledge time is coming soon. Time to check my priorities for 2019. How about you?
— Sandra Caldwell