LOUGHBOROUGH’S LAST THREE CENTS
“John”
Mary Loughborough’s quiet voice drew her husband’s attention to herself. “We are out of matches,” she told him “and I need some thread as well”
John Loughborough looked at his wife for a long moment before feeling in his pockets. Mary waited, looking at him expectantly for an answer. Finally, after some fumbling, John produced a small three-cent piece, which he held up for his wife to see.
“Mary,” he said frankly, “this is all the money I have left” he paused watching the blood drain from Mary’s face as her mind processed his words.
Sighing he continued “You can get one cent’s worth of matches and a skein of thread and bring me back one cent. I don’t want to be entirely out of money”
Mary’s lips began to tremble. “What are we going to do?” she asked anxiously. John watched her face carefully as he framed his reply. “Well, I am going to preach and trust that the Lord will open the way for us as he promised in the vision last Sabbath”
Mary remembered the vision. She swallowed hard, fighting back the tears that were pricking the back of her eyes.
Mary remembered the vision but it offered her little comfort at this moment in time. The only thing she could focus on was the three cent piece lying on the table between herself and John.
That is all they had left.
No more money.
No. More. Money.
Standing up abruptly she rushed out of the room. Reality had just become too much to bear.