When they first tell you to give God your all? When they encourage you not to hold anything back? When they beckon you to go all in? It sounds exhilarating. It sounds like adventure. And that first handful of faith feels like courage. The second handful feels like fearless obedience. The third handful. The fourth. There is a swelling excitement.
But when you’re down to those last two copper coins that together only make a penny? When you’ve reached the bottom of your treasure? When the last little bits of faith click together in that sticky palm and mock what’s left of belief? When you wonder if you’ve made the whole thing up? Then? In that moment?
Giving God your all loses all its glamour.
