“When you give blind animals as sacrifices, isn’t that wrong? And isn’t it wrong to offer animals that are crippled and diseased? Try giving gifts like that to your governor, and see how pleased he is!” says the Lord of Heaven’s Armies” (Malachi 1:8)
I feel like I often give God my leftovers in worship. I worship Him when “I find extra time.” When He fits into my schedule I will give Him my all? That doesn’t even make sense.
Francis Chan, in his book, “Crazy Love” says:
“God is holy. In heaven exists a Being who decides whether or not I take another breath. This Holy God deserves excellence, the very best I have. ‘But something is better than nothing!’ some protest. Really, is it? Does anyone enjoy token praise? I sure don’t. I’d rather you not say anything than compliment me out of obligation or guilt. Why would we think God is any different?” (pg. 90)
Man! That has been messing with me for the last 12 hours. I can’t get it out of my head. I have been giving God my blind lamb, my stolen goat. I have been cheating God out of what is rightfully His.
God, I am SO SORRY for as Matt Redman sings, “for the thing I’ve made…” of this worship to you. You deserve much better than me. But I am all I have to give and I wish for you to change my heart. I believe it has already begun. Thank you God for your grace and faithfulness when I haven’t been faithful to you.
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