Friday, June 10, 2011

No More Idols

From Blog11

LORD, I lay my idols down--
Smash them into dust,
Revel in their breaking sound.
LORD, You're all my trust.

Demons knocking at my door
Have no welcome now.
They were living here before;
You're the master now.

Satan's scheming to deceive;
Still is tempting me,
But by grace I now believe
You, and am set free.

For I will remove the names of the Baals from her mouth; they will no longer be remembered by their names. --Hosea 2:17 HCSB

Not all idolatry involves bowing down to a sculpture. “The human heart is a factory of idols...Everyone of us is, from his mother's womb, expert in inventing idols.” John Calvin

This particular original poem and photo are public domain.


Ρωμανός ~ Romanós said...

Nice little poem, short but true. Strangely, when I read it just now I remembered that early on Tuesday (yesterday, I am writing this comment at 12:30 in the morning on Wednesday) my mind was drawn into a contemplation of idolatry, my idolatry, our idolatry, even as Christians, how we are surrounded by idolatry and even participate in it without thinking.

The Muslims and other iconoclasts (like the Orthodox who snub the Catholics for the idolatry of their religious statues while we kiss pictures) concentrate all their attention on the minutiae of externals, while God is concerned only with the eternals—those things which cause a permanent separation of His creatures from Himself.

'They bow down before the work of their hands,' says holy and divine scripture, not mentioning in specific carved statues, painted canvasses or boards, photographic prints, video flashes, or the world of consumer marketing.

The first commandment says it all, for all time, 'I am Yahweh. You shall have no other gods.' The rest of the commandments, starting with the prohibition of images, and ending with a ban on greed, 'thou shalt not covet,' are the fine tuning.

We don't have to enter a Catholic or Orthodox church, a Hindu or Buddhist temple, or a Shinto shrine to encounter the cult of images. We don't even have to walk down to the local Nike outlet where shoes are the objects of worship.

All it takes is a walk into our own hearts, to see where it is we have shoved Jesus, so we can fill His throne with our own thoughts, schemes, desires, loves, hates, ambitions, ideals and dreams.

When He returns there will be no moving Him off His throne by any idolatrous cult: everything will quake within us and outside us, at the coming of our Master, the coming of the God of Jacob, who turns rock into pool, flint into fountain.

Jim Swindle said...

Brother, I'm not comfortable with the Orthodox custom of kissing icons, but am not ready to say that it's all idolatry.

What distresses me is the idolatry that I've so often found in my own heart. Pop psychology speaks of someone having an addictive personality. That's a way of avoiding saying a person's prone to idolatry. I've made an idol of lots of things, including photography and poetry and some less mentionable things. Pray for me--that I'll live the good things I've written, not just write them.

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