I put my bag of granola on top of my desk and I could feel it staring at me.
It was the afternoon. A student wanted to try some of my granola, so I shared with him some. And I did it willingly. “I didn’t have to buy this,” I thought. “So I can freely give him some of my hand-me-down granola”
“What’s the difference between this granola and my money?”
Both are freely given to me by God, the ultimate owner of all things.
So why would I freely share my hand-me-down granola, and be stingy with my hand-me-down money (or time, for that matter…)?
The granola bag stared back at me.