It's the only biblical passage I am aware of that specifically includes women for their contribution. For that detail alone, I committed it to memory. But the icing on the cake is how people were chosen. Rather than an external assessment, they came forward because their hearts were stirred.
"Then everyone came whose heart was stirred, and everyone whose spirit was willing, brought the Lord’s offering for the work of the tabernacle, for all its service, and for the holy garments. They came, both men and women, as many as had a willing heart, and brought earrings and nose rings, rings and necklaces, all jewelry of gold... All the women who were
gifted artisans spun yarn with their hands, and brought what they had spun, of blue, purple, and scarlet, and fine linen. And all the women whose hearts stirred with wisdom spun yarn of goats’ hair.... The children of Israel brought a freewill offering to the Lord, all the men and women whose hearts were willing to bring material for all kinds of work which the Lord... had commanded to be done." Exodus 35
The church service that I participated in gave us the opportunity to do that. From a spread of fabrics and jewelry in the back, we could carry materials forward to set beside the open Word. If we wanted to. Which it turns out I did.
In the discussion earlier we articulated some of the gifts we offer to God. Benjamin mentioned loyalty. Others said things like the kindnesses we bestow on His children.
The bald fact is, the fabric was from my shelves at home. Those people who picked it up and carried it to the altar had possession for a very short time. Yet it represented
what was happening in the story. We bring our gifts to God, ignoring the reality that they were his to begin with.
One time I had an altruistic urge, that erupted from a stirred heart. I acted on it quickly, before I could get cold feet. Looking back I suspect that the idea was "mine" for a much briefer time than it sat on God's shelves, the ones with a rainbow of
Ben chose his own things to offer, but after he laid them down, a few red glass jewels caught his fancy. He slipped them in his pocket. I don't think God minded.