Recently asked to speak on ways we make our children our idols, my research brought me some interesting information. I saw a picture of a fertility god with a big head and face distorted in pain, a pretty good symbol of what its like to have a baby alright. I am so happy to live in these times with scientific understanding dispels ignorance.  

Anyway, I did form an opinion that our need for idols is alive and well. Money, fame, wealth, popularity, good looks, perfect bodies, fancy cars, $2000 pedigree dogs, decor, great hair…I found myself feeling compassion with those whose pursuit of fulfillment lives in the things of this world because at the end of the day, they will not have fdelivered.  If you don’t personally know the intimate love of God, then what are you to do?   

I pondered deeply about the issue of idols. Do I have any? Well maybe, I love sparkly shiny things and have lots of them. I also have issues with imperfect hair. Do I fall down and worship my jewelry and a good hair day? No, I don’t think so. Although I am known by these things, I am not defined by them. As I prepared for my talk, God brought me insight on the issue and this is my Journal entry: “I feel exasperated when I look around and see how trapped we are in our idols. We hide behind them; we are afraid to reveal our hearts; be vulnerable; risk pain. Our idols protect us and the more we see how well they work, the more determined we are to preserve them. All to our detriment – creating a life of loneliness and pain.”  I have met many of you. My heart hurts for you.

The Son of God was crucified but rose on the third day. Jesus died for me. He rose from the grave to new life and he promises me that I might have new life in Him. I am aware of my great significance in the cosmos and extraordinary worth I have through him. And I adore Him. Please know He died for you too. You are a treasure to Him.