Cain, making an offering to God – not getting the blessing he had hoped for – and becoming quite angry and despondent. How dare he bring his leftovers to the Lord and then have the gall to be upset when God is not pleased…
I make a commitment. I will spend time with the Lord in the wee hours of the morn. Yet, when the alarm cries out, I hit snooze and sacrifice that time with Him for a few more restless moments of semi-sleep.
That’s okay. I will use my morning commute to be “with” Him. Thoughts of prayer get pushed aside as cars dart in and out and I can’t resist the lure of the radio telling of the latest release from so-and-so and before I know it…I’m at work.
Well, no big deal. I will use my lunch break. Isn’t that really the best time anyway? The noon bell rings and I find myself chatting with friends…laughing away the hour…maybe make a grocery list or balance the checkbook. I have things to do.
Before I know it I’m on my way home and there is dinner and baths and cuddles on the couch. Bedtimes for children and mindless television…after all, I deserve a break.
Late evening, day is done.
Oh, hello God. You’re still here? Okay, I’ll read a verse or two. I’ll offer you what is left over at the end of a hectic and tiring day. And, I will fully expect you to bless my efforts…
Yes, I saw something I had not noticed before…I saw myself. There I was with my pitiful offering. There I was with my anger and disappointment that God did not seem to bless the offering I was making.
Who would have thought…that I would have a little Cain in me?