"I remembered that as we were growing up, having a father who was schizoid and abusive to his wife and children, a man who also left us high and dry on more than one occasion. Uncle Al would send Mom money for food and clothes, rent, and we were his church that was his place of tithing."
I think this is a great way to think about sharing what we have with someone who has a need; this is the first description of tithing that sounds reasonable to me. To participate in life and share willingly without regret and without expectation of anything in return.
Thanks, Chuck, for posting the entire comment.