It is tough accepting certain realities. There are so many things in my life for which I am thankful; my family, my friends, my church, my health. I have jokingly used the term “good-ish” for the way in which I have chosen to live my life. The humor is in using a funny made-up term. I would encourage you to start using “ish” in your everyday conversation. The part that is not humorous is the fact that “good-ish” is not what kind of life I have been called to lead.
It was brought to my attention that I have allowed an aspect of my life to become an idol. By now if you read regularly, you know that I am a word geek, so here we go:
www.dictionary.com says… idol: 3. any person or thing regarded with blind admiration, adoration, or devotion
I have allowed an aspect of my life to become something that I admire, adore, and have structured my life to fit around. I realized yesterday that I have made sacrifices in my life to make this aspect a reality.
It is something that I have in my life that is comfortable and convenient. Interestingly, “comfortable” doesn’t show up in any searches when you are looking through the bible for it. We have not been called to comfort or convenience, yet we live in a culture that if it had a coat of arms these words would be at the top. It gives true definition in my mind to the concept of being asked to live counter-culture.
It isn’t hard to find comments in scripture about how to handle idols… to paraphrase in plain weaverology (ooh, I like that) “DON’T DO IT”… In the Ten Commandments Exodus 20 it is pretty clear…
“You shall not make for yourself an idol in the form of anything in heaven above or on the earth beneath or in the waters below. You shall not bow down to them or worship them;”
For me it links my thoughts back to the idea of what “worship” really means. I truly believe that worship is a way of life. That everything that we do has an object that receives something. I desire for my life to be an act of worship that points to God, but I realize that there are times in my life where the object of my worship is my own selfish desires.
It makes me think of something that Bradley Hathaway says in one of his rants… and I am going from memory here, so I apologize if I mess it up…
“I want to be like David, a man after God’s own heart, I am not quite there yet, but somewhere past the start.”
The reality of what I am dealing with now in the realization of this false idol in my life is; how do you remove this? I think of Old Testament times and looking at a huge Gold or Silver Idol that is on the top of a mountain and seems unmovable… how did they get the idol off the altar?
There are a few realities, and I am literally thinking this through as I write, so bare with me;
It isn’t coming down quick. If it did it could have catastrophic consequences.
It isn’t coming down without help. I am not going to get there on my own.
It isnt’ coming down until I decide to take it down. I have to want it to come down.
It isn’t unmovable. Nothing is impossible with God.
(I apologize for the vagueness of “an aspect of my life”… I get frustrated with people who ask for “unspoken” prayer requests… but, this subject is so fresh in my life that it is a little sensitive to go and declare it blogwide… as well as the principles I think would apply to anything that is an idol.)