I can’t repay all the people I owe in my time on the planet. With some, a heartfelt thank you would have been enough, but they died before I could say it. Many others would say you don’t owe me anything, but I do. I tried to pay a meal for a friend yesterday because I owed him money from our youth. You guessed it, he figured a way to get my attention away from the bill and he paid it.
The One I owe the most to is the One who placed me here for this time period. Here is a poem that expresses the way many like me feel about our relationship.
Leftovers are such humble things,
We would not serve to a guest,
And yet we serve them to our Lord
Who deserves the very best.
We give to Him leftover time,
Stray minutes here and there.
Leftover cash we give to Him,
Such few coins as we can spare.
We give our youth unto the world,
To hatred, lust and strife;
Then in declining years we give
To Him the remnant of our life.
– Source unknown
2 Corinthians 9:7
Each one must give as he has decided in his heart, not reluctantly or under compulsion, for God loves a cheerful giver.
In whatever time we have left, let’s give Him some quality time.
Give it some thought.
Gary