I felt
aggrieved. I was accused of robbing God. How ridiculous. I’m a member of His
group, didn’t I accept Jesus as my Lord and Saviour? Surely His grace covers
me. How is it possible anyway for me or anyone else to rob God? What could I possibly
steal from Him for He is ever vigilant? I plead innocent of the charges. Then I
heard the list of ‘items’ it was claimed I had pilfered from the Almighty God
whom I claimed as my Heavenly Father!
Stolen: The Father’s right to worship.
It was
proven that I had placed other things as worthy of attention and priority in
place of worshipping the Father. Bed was more comfortable, sport more
enjoyable, picnics less threatening. Sure, I had excuses. Some of the church
folk got on my nerves, the weather was unkind, and the preacher – oh dear!
Did I
miss joining with like-minded people around the Communion table? Perhaps,
sometimes! Did I understand that Jesus wanted me to do this out of love for
Him? Well yes, but He knows I’m grateful for His saving of me, surely that
counts!
Stolen: The Father’s honour.
It was
stated I had devalued the Father’s name before the angels and those within my
circle of influence. How could that be, I’m a decent person. Was it due to the
fact that His word and commands were not read or followed? Sure I prayed,
sometimes, usually when I needed something. There were times when people raised
their eyes about my language or attitude, so what, I’m only human!
Stolen: The Father’s resources.
It was
revealed the Father had invested in me certain gifts and privileges. Apparently
they were covered in the dust of neglect. The Holy Spirit was saddened by this
as it ‘choked’ His influence in and through me. I was asked when was the last
time I had exercised my privilege as a Steward of God’s grace. That stumped me.
My lips had been silent about my family and friends needing Jesus. My wallet
had been closed so the ministry of the local church and the wider missions of
the Church struggled. Also, it was mentioned, my mind was in lockdown in
helping resolve some urgent hassles between disagreeing parties.
Stolen: The Father’s desire to bless.
It was
shown the Father was ‘handcuffed’ by my neglect and theft so He couldn’t bless
me as He desired. I was living my life my way and The Father had no opportunity
to enrich my life with His joy, with his rewards for faithfulness and the
pleasure of working with me in service. From my earlier days I remembered the
verse about laying up in Heaven treasure and realised my ‘vault’ was bare.
There I stood
embarrassed and condemned. I had nothing to say, it was all too true.
If I had
entered the Lord’s presence at that moment I would have been accepted I know –
that’s how great His grace is! But I would have nothing to present to Him as an
expression of gratitude for saving me or of working with Him in service.
At that
point I awoke. Sweat was heavy on my forehead. It was a new day. For me it
would be the day of the big ‘R’. Repentance, renewal and restoration into
righteousness plus reverencing my Redeemer and thereby honouring the (my)
Heavenly Father.
©Ray
Hawkins 23.6.2016.
Reference.
Malachi 3:8-9. Matthew 6:20. 1
Corinthians 3:12-15. 1 Corinthians
11:23-26. Ephesians 4:30.1 Corinthians
4:1-5.