Our Idols

 

Our Idols

Isaiah 46:6 “They lavish gold out of the bag, and weigh silver in the balance, and hire a goldsmith; and he maketh it a god: they fall down, yea, they worship.7 They bear him upon the shoulder, they carry him, and set him in his place, and he standeth; from his place shall he not remove: yea, one shall cry unto him, yet can he not answer, nor save him out of his trouble.”

     

     Surely we don’t behave as such.  How many of our mantles hold household gods responsible for divine protection of the property?  Maybe the living room doesn’t boast them but the garage might. Not to say everything on four wheels qualifies as “idols.”  Anything can be an idol. It is important to measure what we are willing to sacrifice for one.  Judging by the T.V. commercials, our health ranks up there.  So many drug commercials are aimed at making our lives better and more comfortable.  We want a pill to fix our problems.  That describes the next idol.

    

     Ease.  We don’t have to work at the solutions.  A simple pill pop does the magic in record time.  That leads to the next idol.

     

     Time.  Why wait for pain to stop when all we know is now?  The remedy must fit into our schedules.  That leads to the next idol.

    

     Convenience.  Carry the portable pill.  Popping it when we say leads to the next idol.

     

     Control.  We will pay to manipulate our bodies as we see fit.  Forced change at our fingertips.

    

     My demeanor today lies in the hands of the postal service.  I wait for a stimulant to arrive at my house.  See, I am in a rough state and my body needs its two to three cups of coffee to get running again.  I am not addicted to this drug, but I surely run better with it.

    

     Is it easy?  Yes.  Very timely and convenient.  My doctor has given me control that I may dispense myself one pill every morning.  So is it my idol?  This will be the third time I have checked the mailbox.  I don’t’ have much planned today but to wait for its arrival.  When my behavioral pattern centers around its presence, it certainly appears to weigh heavily.  Like a CPU process taking up an unhealthy percentage.

     

     Today, I am dimly lit bulb.  I am chemically controlled. Maybe I should be thankful I have a legal escape from such sluggishness.   

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