In a prayer meeting this morning, someone mentioned giving God the worship and respect He is due. It occurred to me that we can't even begin to do that. What we have to give is so ludicrously inadequate, it's like those loaves and fishes for all those thousands of people. How people must have sniggered when they saw that little boy handing over his meagre lunch. But Jesus accepted that offering and in His hands it became enough... more than enough.
After Father's day, many a proud Dad will enter his office wearing the most hideous tie or the corniest pair of socks, or perhaps a badly knitted scarf, grubby from the sweaty little hands that laboured over it. And he wears them with pride. Why? Because they we re a gift from his precious child. Inappropriate, yes. Tasteless, yes. But appreciated because of what they represent, because the child has nothing better to give. So, too, our heavenly Father accepts the dirty, stained lives we give Him and in His hands they become enough.
No we cannot begin to give Him His due, but if we give Him all that we have, it gladdens His mighty heart.
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