Woman, Widow, Poor – 3/9/21

Noah Baker

Mark 12:41-44 – “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 few cents. Calling his disciples to him, Jesus said, ‘Truly I tell you, 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.’”

Sometimes Christianity doesn’t make much sense. An all-powerful, all-knowing, righteous God that allows an unsettling amount of violence and suffering. A nation, chosen, miraculously delivered from the hands of the most powerful tyranny of its time; yet forgetful, and caught idolizing a golden statue. The Creator-King, born as a helpless baby in a manger, but destined to be the Savior of all humanity.  

This passage is no different. The example Jesus uses to highlight true humility and worship is an unlikely model. She is a woman. She is a widow. And she is poor. Even if we don’t fit the mold of any of these categories, we can surely connect with their implications. At the time, her gender would make her voiceless and inferior. Her marital status would make her helpless and needy. And her poverty would disqualify her of being able to offer anything “good”, thus ruling her empty-handed. We’ve all felt inferior. We’re all needy. And we may feel like we don’t have much to offer. Let this be a good thing. Our God specializes in taking our weakness and uselessness, and transforming it into power and significance; so His glory may be known.  

Everything about this woman screams scarcity. She doesn’t have enough to give; enough to matter; enough to make a lasting impact; enough to be noticed; enough to justify her effort. Jesus’ blood covers those lies. He notices her. He draws attention to her. He values her. And that, my friends, gives me great hope and security.  



I pray that we can express a faith that surpasses whatever may not make sense to us. You, Lord, are not confined to our limited comprehension. We know that it is you, King Jesus, that takes our measly 5 loaves and 2 fish and multiplies it beyond all understanding. Let us find security in our nothing. Because it’s leads us to bear witness to your everything. Thank you for allowing us to be a part of the greatest story ever written, a story only you can author. Your glory is all that matters. In your Son’s everlasting name, Amen.