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Showing posts with label giving. Show all posts
Showing posts with label giving. Show all posts

The "Cost" of Discipleship: Doing the Math

I want to begin with a disclaimer: THIS IS NOT A RANT AGAINST STARBUCKS. If you feel like I'm doing that, then you miss the point.

I honestly don't know much about Starbucks, though I've heard they strive (or at least advertise to) to give fair prices to coffee growers around the world. Once again, this has nothing to do with that. Though their new campaign has sparked my thoughts today.

Join us as we count down to the launch of (STARBUCKS) RED. Starting November 27, every time you buy a special (STARBUCKS) RED product, a contribution will be made to the Global Fund, to help save lives in Africa. It’s all part of our commitment to give back to the communities where we do business, which is a key component of Starbucks™ Shared Planet™.

The above paragraph is from the Starbucks website. Sounds like a good deal. I'm glad their being generous with a part of their profits. Why again does this make me upset?

I first heard about this little event when it popped up as a Facebook event. 65,000 were attending so far according to the event page. I did a little math. Starbucks is giving 5 cents per hand made drink to the Global Fund. Multiply that by the 65,000 or so Facebookers attending and you get around $3250. Wow, what a noble thing! We gave all that money to help sick, starving, uneducated people in Africa!

What if those 65,000 people gave up their coffee for a day and gave that money directly to the Global Fund themselves (For Canadians: only go to Tim Horton's two times a day instead of six)? Assuming that the American people are very thrifty right now because of the downturn I'll give the benefit of the doubt and say $3 a drink.

65,000
x $3
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$195,000

Let's do some more math. Let's say 65,000 people who regularly attend Starbucks gave up their custom drink twice a month and sent the money to Global Fund.

(The daily total for 65,000 people skipping out on a $3 drink) $195,000
(The number of days a month they gave up drinks) x 2
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$390,000

Let's get the yearly average now

$390,000
x 12
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$4,680,000

In Summary. If 65,000 people gave up their drink twice a month from Starbucks or otherwise, and repeated the process for a year they would collectively give $4,680,000.

Let's say that money heads out to Sierra Leone, one of the poorer countries in Africa. Just to put it into perspective the average yearly wage there is $140 per person, so our funds from giving up two drinks per month is roughly the equivalent of the yearly wages of 33,500 people. There's a lot of need and a lot of good that money could do.

The point of this is not at all to bash Starbucks, and it's not to do fundraising for Global Fund. This is about the body of Christ in North America that has so much wealth. Our heavenly Father said "Never cease to be generous, for the poor will always be among you." My prayer of the church, for myself, is that we would go beyond just sacrificing a couple drinks a month, which in the end is just as cute and 'sacrificial' as buying a drink that donates 5 cents. Let us give out of our need

"God loves a cheerful giver" has become trite, a little song we learned in Sunday school. Father give us a vision of your generous heart. Cure me of my gluttony, teach me to use my resources frugally on myself; but lavishly on those who have need. Give me the heart of Jesus who gave it all, who had "no place to rest his head."





Unemployment... A Lesson in Kingdom Living.

I am a mooch. I'm a dirty mooch. Tonight I'm going to Fiddler's Hearth. It's this wonderful Irish Pub setting. Two wood fireplaces, excellent food. My meal is being paid for. Such blessings.

There is really no other way to explain how I've survived here in Elkhart county. Other than God feeding my mooch lifestyle. I have been very part time employed for about 11 months now. By all rights I should be broke... well ok I am. By all rights I should be homeless. I need to start making a list. It's really ridiculous actually. Not only have I had a place to stay, food, gas, etc. I've got a free skii trip, a trip to Canada, and a trip to Columbia. It's a scandalous abuse of grace really.

Look if I had a job I'd work. I'm not the most motivated guy, but I want to pay my own way. Unfortunately right now thtat's not always an option. So rise up bride of Christ and give me money. I am so ridiculously kidding. If I get checks in the mail from people who read this, I'm going to burn them; that would of course be after I cashed them, but I'd burn them nonetheless. I would say however, don't give out of your abundance give out of your need, it's financially ludicrous. I think Jesus loves it.

I've heard that the verse "God loves a cheerful giver." could better be translated "God loves a ridiculous giver." The most beautiful gift I have recieved was from this wonderful ex missionary single gal. She's strapped for cash herself. We were talking and she said "If I had something to help you out with I would." Ten minutes later she got a birthday card with fifty dollars in it. Before she left she shoved $16 into my hand and walked away. It was sort of like one of those Burger King commercials; but she wasn't wearing the suit. She was having surgery the next week, mortgage due, low on food, I'm pretty sure she was worse off than I was. The kingdom of God is so backwards and beautiful.

This being a dependent mooch thing has done wonders for helping me understand grace and generosity... real generosity. Hopefully I'll remember the lesson when... if... I ever have some sort of employment.

Ok once again, seriously, if you pity me and send me money I'm going to hunt you down and paper cut you to death. I am not to be pitied, I am satisfied and feelin alive! *Said with southern black preachers voice.* Give freely. Give out of what others have given you. Spread the irresponsible scandelous grace.

Make Jesus smile.

Did I fail to be Jesus?


I am faced with the aftermath of my actions, both giving and heartless.

When I first saw Fred I realized it was a pretty interesting situation. Not just because his dress was definitely more concerned with comfort than it was with appearance; but because his fingernails were yellow and cracked. The guy was definitely malnourished. I took Fred over to Lux cafe where he ordered as quickly as he could, and got it to go. I took him down to Best Western where the church was going to put him up for the night. We talked a bit here and there but he seemed cold and indifferent... no that's not the right word. I could tell he was deeply hurting, but he tried to hide behind what seemed like indifference. Only when I asked him what he thought about the buggies around Goshen did he seem like more than a shell of a man. He laughed and said it seemed a little back in time. We went to CVS and picked him up some pepto Bismal and Advil.

The next day Fred came by the church again, asking for another night at the hotel. Mel offered him a bus ticket to New York. Strangely he didn't take it. Mel tried to get him to New York; but for whatever reason, he turned it down. He came back again today asking for another night at the hotel.

Long story short we said "too bad buddy, you had your chance." (Not in those words but in the end it's all the same right?) Oh such a wonderful example of Christ I am. I can't say I feel convicted, I just wonder. Mel did offer spiritual help, He said that we are here and available to minister to his spiritual needs. And to an extent we did minister to his physical needs (about $200 worth). I prayed with him and spent a measly $8 on advil and pepto. So now I sit here and wonder if we did enough.

I like how Greg Boyd says it. He talks about service. Showing God's love in little ways, giving of ourselves, bleeding for others; all of these things are not done to create a utopia here on earth, they are done to give a glimpse of something greater that is to come. God has compassion for the hurting, so we should too. Even if we know we're pouring money time and energy into a hole, it shouldn't stop us from doing so.

I'm not sure I have anywhere near a good answer as to whether I gave enough of myself. I guess that's not the point. This just goes to show me that my love is limited, my ability to give is limited; God's is unlimited. He never has said to me "sorry buddy, you had your chance" he gave until it hurt, then He gave more. Maybe, one day I'll get to be just like him.... one day.

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