My fruit is better than fine gold; what I yield surpasses choice silver. -Proverbs 8:19, NIV
You may say, “It happens”. Well, I say, poo to that line of thinking! If I want to be the –or at least, get anything out of life, than I have to work hard, serve well, and fight till the moss stops rolling. I’ve got hands and I’ve got feet; both of them need to be digging the ground for that piece of gold. I can feel it; it’s inching closer and closer towards me!
Unfortunately, life doesn’t work that way. But we do want the best, don’t we?
We were born with that apparently superhuman sense of superiority. It’s in our DNA to extract the best out of anything: the best clothes, the best shoes, the best seats, the best prizes. We love to sing “You’re simply the best!” when somebody wins, pat ourselves in the back when we starve our awkward cravings for a week, and feel that warm feeling tingling in our belly every time we do something good.
But when push comes to shove, what are the true motives in our hearts? Is it because guilt is consuming our hearts, or do we lust for fame and glory? Or do we really want to gratefully give God our best? Because works can’t save us, but they do tell what lies in our hearts…
Everything in our lives should be an offering, wrapped up in a pretty bow of sacrifice. That is, of course, better said than done. Killing off our flesh is way harder than expected, especially when eternity rides at stake. What we do in public, what we do in public, what we do upstairs, downstairs, right there. What music do we listen, what movies we watch, what we drink and details like that... It feels as if offering the best is...horribly hard.
Good news: There’s something in God’s life called grace. And that grace will forever follow us as an offering of the best. Because when we offer the best to God, we will receive the best of God in due time.
And please note for future reference: I didn’t say when; I only said due time.