A man, filled with romantic notions, decided to write a love letter to his wife. He became so caught up in writing on how unbearable life would be without her that he didn’t notice she had arrived home. While he continued to write page after page, listing how he was his wife’s undying servant, she cleaned the house, did the washing and cooked in the kitchen. So involved was he in composing poetic words of his wife’s incomparable beauty, he didn’t notice she had dressed-up and changed her hair. When she invited him to walk in the park and watch the sunset, her husband declined; he was far too busy writing about how he loved to spend every minute in her wonderful company.
On her return, he eagerly presented her with the passionate love letter. His wife read it, gave a half smile and politely thanked him. Her husband was disappointed. He expected her to respond with romantic joy. Baffled, he asked: ‘Doesn’t my letter please you? Haven’t I written every loving thing a woman likes to hear?’
‘Yes, it’s lovely, darling,’ she replied quietly. ‘I do appreciate your thoughts, but I would rather see your love than read about it.’
We sing songs to God with many ‘Halleluiahs’ and ‘Praise the Lords’. We give offerings and tell God how wonderful and glorious He is. We rightly recognize how awful our lives would be without Him. But are we just ‘writing love-letters’, or is our life a living-love-letter to God?
Jesus said, “But why do you call Me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ and not do the things which I say.” Luke 6:46
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