I pulled out a stack of books, flipped through pages of photos of perfect looking lives, perfect looking spaces.
The grey or the tan? I’d have to get one because the room won’t be complete without it.
Picture perfect is often the goal – in room arrangements and life achievements, in friendship requirements and personal accomplishments.
And so it goes, this way of building idols.
To us it seems that an idol must actually be a thing of wickedness – something grotesque to look upon. We spot them first in everyone else, grateful that we have not a shrine of filth in our own hearts that we are bowing before.
Our idols are fun.
Our idols are beautiful.
Our idols have charm.
Our idols once were nothing to worry about.
Our idols often started with good intentions.
The object isn’t generally our problem - the problem lies within our choice to idolize. After all, what’s so wrong with a beautiful home, the desire to do well and the enjoyment in a game? What could possibly be wrong in striving to do your best, looking up to the friend who excels and doing what you enjoy?
The wrong enters in when we begin to elevate to a level that was never meant to be reached by these said good thing.
We elevate by giving too much thought.
We elevate by giving too much time.
We elevate by giving too much value.
Our road of idolization will lead to our doom because to idolize is to slowly let your desire eat away at the very core of who you were made to be.
It’s a road of distraction, confusion and ultimately our ruin.
And how do we break the idols down?
First, we start by calling them by their true name – an idol of our heart. Once they have been named then we can give them their right amount of distaste. Once it’s called by the right name- an idol that we have raised up - we can begin to see it as something that must be changed.
And how does it change?
By turning our gaze instead to the only One whom we were made to worship - a Holy Rescuer, a Great Redeemer, a King who sets His people free.
The truth of it is, our hearts were made to adore something, and if we aren't captivated by our Creator than we will continuously fall madly in love with a thousand little counterfeits, only to discover the need for yet another.