Many years ago my now deceased dad left me a note. I don’t remember when or where or why but it resides in my desk drawer and I look at it multiple times a day.
For the vast majority of my days on this earth as an adult I did my best to “Give God Everything. . . always,” as he admonished in his note.
My failures loom large in my life at times. There are moments when I least expect it that they sweep over me like a wave of cold water. The fact is, I failed, but I would like to go on living. I have been sorry and will probably die with a sorrow in my heart that may never go away. . . but I still want to go on living and to be faithful to God.
And so I look at this note . . . I think about years of faithfulness and pushing others to be faithful as well. I acknowledge my sin and imperfection and at the same time I work hard to accept the forgiveness of Jesus Christ.
“Give God Everything . . . always.” Okay I will. I will give Him the broken pieces and watch Him work to make something beautiful. God loves you more then you could possibly know unless you have ever needed Him to pick you up from a fall. Then you know. You know a God unknown by those who talk about him the most.
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall and H. D. had a great fall . . .and while all the Kings horses and men couldn’t put him together again . . . God can.
In David’s classic Psalm of repentance the words are interpreted this way in The Message:
Soak me in your laundry and I’ll come out clean, scrub me and I’ll have a snow-white life. Tune me in to foot-tapping songs, set these once-broken bones to dancing. Don’t look too close for blemishes, give me a clean bill of health. God, make a fresh start in me, shape a Genesis week from the chaos of my life. Don’t throw me out with the trash, or fail to breathe holiness in me. Bring me back from gray exile, put a fresh wind in my sails! Give me a job teaching rebels your ways so the lost can find their way home. Commute my death sentence, God, my salvation God, and I’ll sing anthems to your life-giving ways. Unbutton my lips, dear God; I’ll let loose with your praise. Psalm 51:7-15
So I will give God everything — always. Even from the other side of grace.