The basket sat in front of the altar in the small mission church. It was a harvest ingathering and people were bringing their gifts to be placed in the basket as an act of thanksgiving. One poor man sat there in his dirty clothes with empty hands and nothing to take forward to place in the basket. A tear ran down his crusty cheek and his heart was pulsing with sadness. Suddenly, he knew what he could give to thank the Lord for life and faith.
He marched to the front of the church and stepped into the basket. He folded his hands, bowed his head and with a flood of peace washing over his spirit he stood giving himself. Some were shocked, some upset, some felt it was a most inappropriate thing to do, but the angels in heaven applauded and the Master smiled. As the gift of the man's heart came into the hand of the Savior that little church service produced the grandest gift of all.