Father's Day being tomorrow brought back to mind the following scripture: "A son honoureth his father, and a servant his master: if I then be a father, where is my honour? and if I be a master, where is my fear? saith the Lord of hosts unto you, O priests, that despise my name. And ye say, Wherein have we despsed thy name?" (Malachi 1:6KJV). I shared this verse on a Father's Day program almost 20 years ago when I was in my late teen years. God had recently called me to preach His word. The message that day was entitled, "Where Is the Father's Honor?"

Today, that message still remains true. People often forget, neglect, or outright refuse to honor God. God should never have to inquire about his honor. He deserves it, and we have a duty to give it to Him. For this purpose we exist and were created, according to Revelation 4:11KJV, "Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honour and power:  for thou hast created all things, and for thy pleasure they are and were created."

If you stand guilty of dishonoring God, today is the time to reverse your actions. Take the advice of Acts 3:19KJV, "Repent ye therefore, and be converted, that your sins may be blotted out..." Let this be a new beginning. Start honoring God today!

Below is a poem, "An Instrument," that is my vow to honor God with my life.

An Instrument
 © 1991 Sylvia L. Green Chatman

Lord, I am an instrument just for thee.
Use me in manner you deem fit.
I am your humble and yielding servant.
To your divine will, I wholly submit.

I am created for your own pleasure.
My mind, body, and soul belong to you.
I delight myself only in your way.
I fully commit in all that I do.

I shall listen to the voice of your Spirit.
Yes, you, Lord Jesus, I shall trust and obey.
I exist to accomplish your purpose.
I shall speak what you instruct me to say.

I shall follow in the path that you lead.
My loyal submission, to you, I owe.
What distance extends too remote for me?
To work for you, I'll journey to and fro.

I dedicate myself to you with love.
Your commandments, I shall observe with glee.
I present myself a living sacrifice.
Lord, I am an instrument for thee.

 © 1991 Sylvia L. Green Chatman