One lives in a world substantially of one’s own creation.
The offering plate came around, and I got a shock. I can remember when I dreamed of putting $60 in there each week, as the woman does who normally sits in front of me. No such dream is available to me now; I am unable to envision myself ever putting anything in there.
My circumstances have rendered me infantile; a complete “taker.” One of those who seeks to receive “blessings” rather than seeking to be a blessing, a “maker.”
What can I give as an offering?
The offertory hymn was, “We are an offering.”
We lift our voices, we lift our hands We lift our lives up to You We are an offering Lord use our voices, Lord use our hands Lord use our lives, they are Yours We are an offering
All that we have, all the we are All that we hope to be We give to You, we give to You
We lift our voices, we lift our hands We lift our lives up to You We are an offering, we are an offering[*]
I myself can be my offering.
More about that next week.
[*]Author: Dwight Liles. ©1984, Word Music, Inc.
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Originally posted 2016-05-14.
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