God, who gave all for me, I want to offer more than a surface devotion.
For the director of music. Of David. A psalm. My God, whom I praise, do not remain silent,  for people who are wicked and deceitful have opened their mouths against me; they have spoken against me with lying tongues.  With words of hatred they surround me; they attack me without cause.  In return for my friendship they accuse me, but I am a man of prayer.  They repay me evil for good, and hatred for my friendship.  Appoint someone evil to oppose my enemy; let an accuser stand at his right hand.  When he is tried, let him be found guilty, and may his prayers condemn him.  May his days be few; may another take his place of leadership.  May his children be fatherless and his wife a widow.  May his children be wandering beggars; may they be driven from their ruined homes.  May a creditor seize all he has; may strangers plunder the fruits of his labor.  May no one extend kindness to him or take pity on his fatherless children.  May his descendants be cut off, their names blotted out from the next generation.  May the iniquity of his fathers be remembered before the LORD; may the sin of his mother never be blotted out.  May their sins always remain before the LORD, that he may blot out their name from the earth.  For he never thought of doing a kindness, but hounded to death the poor and the needy and the brokenhearted.  He loved to pronounce a curse- may it come back on him. He found no pleasure in blessing- may it be far from him.  He wore cursing as his garment; it entered into his body like water, into his bones like oil. May it be like a cloak wrapped about him, like a belt tied forever around him.  May this be the LORD’s payment to my accusers, to those who speak evil of me.  But you, Sovereign LORD, help me for your name’s sake; out of the goodness of your love, deliver me.  For I am poor and needy, and my heart is wounded within me.  I fade away like an evening shadow; I am shaken off like a locust.  My knees give way from fasting; my body is thin and gaunt.  I am an object of scorn to my accusers; when they see me, they shake their heads.  Help me, LORD my God; save me according to your unfailing love.  Let them know that it is your hand, that you, LORD, have done it.  While they curse, may you bless; may those who attack me be put to shame, but may your servant rejoice.  May my accusers be clothed with disgrace and wrapped in shame as in a cloak.  With my mouth I will greatly extol the LORD; in the great throng of worshipers I will praise him.  For he stands at the right hand of the needy, to save their lives from those who would condemn them.
Reflect:What light does the passage shed on Romans 12:1?
Burnt offerings were offered daily at the tabernacle, twice on the Sabbath and whenever people wished to bring them. Although there are specific methods and rules for the practicalities involved, these offerings were entirely voluntary; they were genuine gifts and expressions of worship. It was an involved, physical process as the worshiper dealt with the animal up to and including slaughter (5) when the priests’ work began. But it resulted in an aroma “pleasing to the Lord” (9,13,17).
Worship today seems fairly simple in comparison. However, I am challenged by how much of themselves the Israelites had to put into their offerings and acts of worship. When we worship it can be easy to remain at the edge of what’s happening, losing an opportunity to bring God an offering of ourselves. Instead, when we surrender ourselves to God, engaging our whole selves in worship and honoring him above everything else, we also bring a “pleasing aroma” to God. Just as the complete burning-up of the Israelites’ offerings reflected their complete surrender to God, in our own lives we can also offer God our all in worship, devotion and commitment.
Consider honestly whether you have brought God your whole self. Commit to the cost of complete surrender.
Jesus, You are the spotless Lamb sacrificed for me. I lay all before You.