The other day my house was broken into. Several pieces of jewelry and a couple other things were taken. To the person(s) who perpetrated this crime, those items mean a few dollars and perhaps a quick thrill. However, for me, the worth of those items lies in their sentimental value.
A ring...given to me by my mother on the night of my wedding rehearsal. Special because she gave it to me and even more special because it was her mothers. A camera...bought specifically for our first family vacation (Orlando, Disney World), and now I have to buy a cheap throw away for my son's 1st basketball game. There are other disappointing feelings with similar memories, but the memories can never be stolen.
Yet...
How many times do we rob God of His greatest treasure? He paid the price for His son's death. Unable to look upon him as Jesus took upon the sins of the world. He suffers as we take, and take, and take with little regard for His, Our Father's, need. I've heard some preachers say things like: "God doesn't need us...our money...our time...our talent. It's all His." But if he didn't need us, why would he create us?
He created other things, angels and beasts (animals), but they don't have the ability to commune with God. He gave us the the ability to have a relationship with Him, and paid a hefty price for it. There is a song that goes, "He walks with me and He talks with me, and He tells me that I am His own..." That's what is robbed from Him everyday...relationship.
Don't rob God, because you are really only robbing yourself, and memories to treasure. Awesome, wonderful, eternal memories.
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