I have just returned from a fabulous trip, a lovely vacation. I am counting my blessings and acknowledging my privilege. I went to Italy, someplace I have always dreamed of going. And it did not disappoint.
One moment that stands out for me was in Florence. We were walking around, just taking in the sites after arriving by train and settling into our accommodations. As we wandered the streets, I heard singing, like real singing. Someone good.
We followed the music and there was a man singing arias with music in the background. He gathered quite a crowd. It was so beautiful, this music on the street, that it brought tears to my eyes. He had a basket for donations, and people were putting in some money. But it was nothing compared to what was being offered.
I was moved by his music but more by his generosity. He was sharing a tremendous gift for the pleasure of people passing by. He could hoard the gift, only use it transactionally, not share it at all. But he gave it away.
It made me wonder about my own generosity, and how freely I offer gifts which were freely given to me. Our society needs to cultivate a gracious and joyful ability to give without any guarantee of return.
As part of my Lenten prayer, I am going to try to offer myself more generously, and be sure I am giving with joy.