1And he looked up, and saw the rich men casting their gifts into the treasury. 2And he saw also a certain poor widow casting in thither two mites.
3And he said, Of a truth I say unto you, that this poor widow hath cast in more than they all:
4For all these have of their abundance cast in unto the offerings of God: but she of her penury hath cast in all the living that she had.
If even a penurious widow can give her best, surely we, in all our comfort, are able to do the same.
At first we might seek to find excuses why we cannot always give our best, but if we really think about it, we will realise that every day, someone receives our best. Often it is our workplace, or our school.
Often it is the team sport in which we engage. At other times, and quite commonly, it is ourselves. We willingly give the choice of our time and energy to the person, place, or thing which we value the most.
There is no gainsaying this principle. God demands our best, because He knows that it is His due, and that we are capable of giving it to Him.
He knows that we are incapable of giving it to Him consistently, but He still expects us to try.
He would certainly be offended (and rightly so), if He saw us giving up, deciding that because it is too much to give God our best at all times, we have decided not to give our best at any time.
Think about who gets the choice of your time and energy in the week.
Under the Law of Moses, the choicest part of the sacrifice (the fat around the inner organs), was always Yahweh's portion. He demanded the best.
Imagine giving that to someone else. Hophni and Phineas, Samuel's sons, did just that, stealing the fat of the offering, and taking it to themselves.
God killed them for their sacrilege.
When I used to spend 7-8 hours a week training and playing my chosen team sports at University, I certainly wasn't giving God my best. I can assure you that I spent nowhere near that amount of time studying Scripture, or even reading my Bible. I didn't spend that amount of time in prayer, or meditation.
These are not the only ways in which we serve our God, but they are the principle ones, and the ones which develop a Godly conscience which brings forth Godly works. Because I wasn't doing them, my relationship with God suffered. I wasn't prepared to give them up, because they were mine.
My sport fell on Mondays, Tuesdays and Thursdays, so I was still able to give God my Wednesday nights for the class, Friday nights for youth group and Elpis Israel class, Saturday nights for CYC, and all of my Sundays.
It was only when I realised that I had more to give which I was keeping for myself, and that I wasn't giving God anywhere near my best, that I realised I had to make the sacrifice which I had hitherto ignored.
Remember, all of us can give our best. It hurts, but that's what sacrifice is about. Think about your life seriously.
Does God hold the priority position in your life?
Does He receive your best, or are you unwilling to sacrifice that to Him?