Most days it feels like God is so distant in our lives. An absent, complicated and quiet stranger. But we fail to realize that he is standing right next to us at church, sitting in our passenger seat, listening to our conversations and wishing so badly for us to acknowledge him. I am not talking about acknowledging him in our half-awake prayer right before we fall asleep… that we ramble on thanking Him out of obligation. I am talking about giving God our main entree, not our leftovers. In Crazy Love it says, "Leftovers are not merely inadequate; from God's point of view (and lest we forget, His is the only one who matters) they're evil. Let’s stop calling it a "busy schedule" or "bills" or "forgetfulness". It’s called evil." It is so easy to offer God our leftovers in life and be content with the sacrificing what is comfortable. The fact is... God wants our best, deserves our best, and demands our best. He is present in our lives, even on days when it seems like he is so far away.
