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Cheap with God

“And they received from Moses all the contribution that the people of Israel had brought for doing the work on the sanctuary. They still kept bringing him freewill offerings every morning, so that all the craftsmen who were doing every sort of task on the sanctuary came, each from the task that he was doing, and said to Moses, “The people bring much more than enough for doing the work that the Lord has commanded us to do.” So Moses gave command, and word was proclaimed throughout the camp, “Let no man or woman do anything more for the contribution for the sanctuary.” So the people were restrained from bringing, for the material they had was sufficient to do all the work, and more.” (Exodus 36:3–7, ESV)

I don’t often need to be told to stop giving.

For me, the natural questions are, “Isn’t that enough?” or “Why is that necessary?”

How… unbecoming.

In this passage, the exodus generation had one of their few highlight moments. With faith, gratitude and purpose they poured out their treasures for the building of the tabernacle. With the work of God so clearly happening before them, the people of God responded and then some.

I want to be like them.

I want faith to follow God’s call. I want gratitude to give back from the riches He has given me. I want the purpose of serving in the work of God.

I believe in the One who conquered death for his people. I believe I traded my filthy rags for perfect righteousness and certain hope. I believe that a generation of the lost will only believe if someone tells them the good news.

May I never again be cheap with him. I want to give until he says, “That is enough.”

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  1. Thank you for sharing. My Bible reading for today was in 2 Corinthians 8 and your blog was marvelous timing. I drew many parallels.

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