I wish God would fight for my attention.
The world feels like Vegas. Lights. Noises with a base you can feel in your bones. Like a 4-year-old at the swimming pool vying for his mother’s attention. “Watch me! Watch me!”
I’m thinking about this tonight as I read Acts 7 and thinking about idols.
In biblical days, idols were flashy. Usually birthed of gold. Glittery in the sun. Ornate and overdone.
What a contrast to the tabernacle – beautiful and glorious, but called a “tent shrine” here in the Message.
But I shouldn’t be surprised. This seems to be God’s way. He’s not off for show. He doesn’t fight for my attention like a beggar. He beckons me like a Prince. He’s sure of Himself and doesn’t have to play games.
Every day I choose.
Glittery idol: being well-liked, entitlement, being right, harbored sin, position, money