Wednesday, June 27, 2012
The carpenter cuts down cedars...half the wood he burns in the fire...he warms himself and says, "Ah, I am warm;" from the rest he makes a god, his idol; he bows down to it and worships. He prays to it and says, "Save me, you are my god."...No one stops to think.--Isaiah 44:14-19
No one stops to think.
No one stops.
Go, go go. Round and round. Motion is work. Be not a sluggard. Keep going. Don't give up doing good.
Good grief. Stop already. Think.
We fashion our gods from our own hands. We fail to see the wooden gods we have made.
He feeds on ashes, a deluded heart misleads him. He cannot save himself or say, "Is not this thing in my right hand a lie?"--Isaiah 44:20
We hold our gods in our right hand, bowing to them, reverencing how they make us feel: useful, effective, efficient. It doesn't work that way. What do we call them?
Our to-do list.
Our church activities.
Our quiet time.
Anything. Absolutely anything, even an immovable and inviolable prayer time, can be turned to serve a purpose that is not God's.
God wants only one thing from us:
Remember these things, O Jacob, for you are my servant, O Israel...Return to me, for I have redeemed you.--Isaiah 44:21,22
You are my servant. Return to me.
How can we ignore Him?
Our idols lie dead in our palm but He lives, vibrant and expectant, waiting to share power and glory.
Stop spinning and look up. How can we say 'No'?