He asks me to do something.
How easy we have made it to convert,
Or could it be covert,
That the language of gifts
Has stolen the call for action from Grace?
I've been told that I must:
Give my heart,
Give my all,
Give my time,
Give my tithe,
Give my home,
And give my love
All of which I can do just from my pew.
None of which gets my hands dirty.
I read that God wants effort:
Love my neighbor,
Love my enemy,
Give to the poor,
None of which I can do just from my pew.
All of which require action, else are hollow.
God never asks me to give Him anything,
He always asks me to do something.
Giving is the easiest course,
Doing is much coarser.
This mission I have from Him,
Is action as a result of grace.
Tim Blair, 2009
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