Malachi 1:6 – “A son honors his father, and a servant his master. If I am a father, where is the honor due me? If I am a master, where is the respect due me?” says the LORD Almighty. (NIV 1984)
I wonder
how many times I “despise” God by “lighting useless fires on His altar?” Like Cain, do I merely bring “some” of the fruits of my labor to Him, when I should have been like Abel who brought “fat portions or the firstborn?” All I have is from God, why should I withhold anything?
How often do I “weary” God by “suiting” my own desires, by listening to only what “my itching ears want to hear?” Do I not “put up with sound doctrine” if I water down the Word, or rationalize my actions to be good when they are actually evil? Do I abuse God’s grace to excuse evil thoughts and deeds in the name of spiritual freedom?
I wonder if I have ever given out of my poverty? Or even if I have given out of my wealth until it hurt? Would I ever be so selfless to “put in all I had to live on?”
I really would not deliberately scoff would I? But do I sometimes find myself feeling like “everything really is going on” as it has all long and that there is no hope for mankind? There is always hope in Christ’s delay, so it is never futile to serve Him.
Malachi was the last recorded message of God to His people before His Son’s first coming. There followed four hundred year’s of “silence” with no prophets until John the Baptist. It may seem like God is silent today, but is it really that we are not really listening? After all God did tell us in His last Word of the New Testament “he who has an ear, let him hear.”
If they do not listen to Moses and the Prophets, they will not be convinced even if someone rises from the dead. (Luke 16:31)
Ironically (or maybe not) someone did rise from the dead, and people are still not listening.
You didn’t answer me about botching that Revelation post.
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I replied on July 13th at 9:37 p.m. There are two comments on that post. The 1st is yours and the 2nd is my reply.
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