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Leftovers


        I have a son who hates leftovers.  He will gorge himself so that he does not have to eat leftovers.   I realize that he is not the only one who feels this way, and if I asked if any of you felt the same way, many of you would say you feel the same way.  It is indeed why there are some science experiments in the refrigerator.  We put them in the refrigerator figuring to eat them, but we didn’t honestly want them, so they stay there till we clean the refrigerator.
        Yet, at the same time I wonder how often in our Christian life, we are guilty of offering our Lord, the creator of the universe, left overs.  We come to him with what we have after we have done the things you and I desire.  We give five minutes before bedtime because it way easier than getting up earlier or setting another time aside for God.  Instead of giving to God first, we offer him what money we have left after we have spent the rest on what's important to us.  We give God the parts of our lives that are convenient. We really don’t want our relationship with God to cost anything or at least not much.  We want to offer God something that costs us nothing.  Yes, at times, I am guilty of this too.
        Suppose for a moment that the president or someone that you consider important was coming to have dinner with us at our house.  Would any of us even dare to go to the icebox and pull out leftovers?  No, of course not! If we would not give them leftovers, why should we think it would be alright to do that to the God of the universe. Again, suppose for a moment that God had said “I don’t want the inconvenience of dying on a cross”.  We would still be in our sin, but Praise God!  He gave all he had for us. Is it certainly too big of a thing to offer God the best of what we have.  Better yet offer it all to God.

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