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by Trever Carter
There are some people in this world that I have a great, great amount of respect for. Respect, by definition, is a feeling of deep admiration for someone elicited by their qualities. But I think it’s a bit more than that in practice. It’s honoring someone, valuing their opinions and being willing to put forth your best for them, whether they ask it or not. As I got to thinking about the people I respected, I came up with this little list:
-My grandfather who was a policeman for thirty-nine years and possesses a stern, yet loving exterior. To this day, when any of my cousins, my brothers, or I need something, we usually go to grandpa first. We just have a sense of fear for him that makes us a little bit nervous, even though we know his answer will always be yes. He is an honest, generous, loving man, and I could never imagine doing something for him only half way.
-My mother is the most selfless person I have ever met in my life. She herself battles illness, pain, stress and anxiety, yet is always the first one to wake up in the mornings to make sure our lunches are made in case we forgot, to make sure our cars are scraped off after it snows and to make sure were up on time to start the day. If we need money, she gives it. If we need her time, she gives it. If we need anything, she gives it. Again, I couldn’t fathom doing something for her only half-hearted or minimally because of how I love and respect her.
-My youth pastor and some of the leaders at church, who have been there for me spiritually since day one. They have helped me grow into a man of God who lives his life according to the title. They’re there to listen to me vent, to give me advice and to help me put to practice what I preach. Never would I agree to do something for them and just not do it without notice.
And I’ve got the same view towards my God. My God: creator of the ground I walk on, giver of the breath I breathe, manager of the life I live. He is so big, so great, so full of awe and He has my utmost respect. Like the above people in my life, I couldn’t possibly commit to him half-way; I couldn’t do a job half-hearted; I couldn’t agree to do something for Him and let it go unnoticed. So why do I? Why do I tend to live my life lukewarm? Revelations 3:15-16 says this:
“I know your deeds, that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish you were either one or the other! So because you are lukewarm—neither hot nor cold—I am about to spit you out of my mouth.”
How heartbroken would I be if I were rejected in such a way by my mother or grandfather or leaders, let alone by the God who created me? It’s terrifying to think that God would rather me not know Him than to claim I do and live only lukewarm for Him. That’s enough to rekindle a passion; it’s time to cast away my indifference.
As people, all we want is to be loved. There is only one person who can genuinely fill this hole in our hearts: God. He possesses a crazy amount of love for us. And if we claim to reciprocate love and respect for Him, why are we so willing to serve a Holy God left-overs?
Think of the people you respect in your life. If my mother or grandmother or leaders were sick, I wouldn’t bring them a meal that is somewhat warm and half eaten, and I sure wouldn’t serve my God the same.