Neither thinking of nor mindful of Him on the regular day-to-day occasions. Who’s thinking about the good china on a random, normal day? And so it is with many, who are not keeping God in their thoughts in the daily grind of life. But let a pending or actual tragedy occur where life and limb hang in the balance, outside the reach, scope, and abilities of man and his money, and then it’s, “Oh God. Oh, good china!”

Why are we living decades of life but not maximizing the use of china as often as possible? The more expensive something is, the more I want to use it… not less. More importantly, why do people with no ongoing relationship expect so much from a God they rarely or barely talk to? Is that faith or hubris?

God—the One who breathed life into dust, who sustains the heartbeat we don’t even notice—is often neatly tucked away behind the glass doors of our busy lives. Out of sight. Out of mind. Preserved for “special occasions” only.

When life is good, when the kids are healthy, when the bills are paid, when the world spins predictably—who’s thinking about God then? Who’s reaching for the “good china” when it’s just Tuesday?

But when disaster strikes, when the diagnosis lands, when the job falls through, when the loved one is clinging to life—suddenly, the cabinet doors are flung open.
Suddenly, it’s “Oh God! Oh God!”
Suddenly, the good china is not just for show. It’s needed. Desperately.