Yesterday noon at a Bob Evan’s Restaurant, a family of six had good size meals. Since their table was next to ours, it was easy to notice that they only left a dollar tip. I felt terribly sorry for the waitress who had worked so hard to serve them. In fact, if she hadn’t picked it up so quickly, I would have quietly laid a couple more dollors on top of that one — that’s how badly I felt for her.
As I left the restaurant, thinking about that, I started feeling sorry for God, because many folks seem to treat him the same way — give a meager tip instead of a tithe or at least a meaningful offering. I don’t mean to meddle — I’m just telling you that I feel sorry for God.
We love to sing that old chorus, “After all He’s done for me, After all He’s done for me, how can I do less than give Him my best and live for Him completely — After all He’s done for me.” For me, my best means more than just a tip. It does for you, too, doesn’t it? Please tell me it does.
Malachi 3:8 (nlt) says, “Should people cheat God? Yet you have cheated me. But you ask, ‘What do you mean? When did we ever cheat you?’ You have cheated me of the tithes and offerings due me.” Uh-oh, now I’ve done it. But I’m just quoting from the Bible. You won’t hate me for that, will you?