Imagine being married to someone who was absolutely intent on providing a nice home for you. And by “intent”, I mean obsessive. They clean everyday – and not just tidy, but dust, mop, scrub and disinfect, and then put nice smelling candles everywhere. They constantly decorate and set things up just the way you like it. They maintain the garden keep the yard orderly. They put on an amazing dinner everyday, starting it early so that it finishes right on time as you get home.
And then the moment you walk through the door, they head off to their own section of the house. No welcome, no eye contact, no hugs, no acknowledgement at all. For the rest of the night, you try to enjoy the beautifully pristine house on your own. Apparently they do it because they love you. But you can’t help but feel if they really loved you they’d at least want to see you, talk to you, spend time with you and touch you. The service is there, and it’s great – as good as you’d get in a hotel. But, much like the hotel, this is not love, it’s not a relationship, it’s just service.
I imagine this is how God feels about people who are too busy being religious to spend time getting to know him.
For I desire mercy, not sacrifice. And acknowledgement of God rather than burnt offerings.