As I was riding the bus this morning, a young girl got on the bus along with an old homeless lady whom I see regularly. According to their conversation, the young girl was riding the bus didn't know how to pay her bus fare and on top of that the machine was rejecting her raggedy dollar bill. The homeless lady offered her advice on how to get the machine to cooperate. As the bus doors closed and began driving, the girl sat down first to put her bags down and check an incoming text message on her phone with the intention of getting up to pay the fare at the next stop. Without fanfare, the homeless lady paid the fare for both of them and gave the bus pass to the girl before sitting down herself.

The girl, surprised at what had just happened, said, "no no, i can't do that, please take my dollar then."

The old lady said, "Don't worry about it, it's on me. If it only costs a dollar to make someone's day, then I'll gladly pay it."

When the lady got to her stop, the girl said to her, "Have a nice day." To which the lady responded, "Thank you, I'm blessed each day for all that I have."

It reminded me of the widow's offering in Mark 12: "Calling his disciples to him, Jesus said, 'I tell you the truth, 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.' "