The Why

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Bring your best, the Father asked (Genesis 4).

One brother does.

And one does not.

It’s not the blood that matters,

Not the size of the gift.

It’s the faith with which it is brought (Hebrews 11:4).

Bring your best, the Father asks.

Because I gave my best.

Breathing humanity into existence.

Providing grace after grace—even for the brother who does it all wrong the first time.

I gave my best.

Watching his only begotten sweat drops of blood asking for another way.

Letting this perfect One take on sin not his own.

All the brokenness of all time there.

On that tree.

I gave my best.

If we know this Father, this Love,

The call is not burdensome.

The yoke is not heavy.

Bring your best, the Father asks.

No posture seems quite right except falling on our faces.

No response seems quite right except giving it all.

Every single little bit.

To the One who loved enough to give his very best.

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