Righteous Idol Worshiper

Righteous Idol Worshiper

Righteous Idol Worshiper

I wondered why I was in the queue of the accused at all. I am intelligent, aggressive, young, totally committed to my God. ‘What am I doing here with this sheet of supposed sins in my hand?’ I wondered.

I don’t drink, I don’t smoke, I don’t fornicate, I don’t steal, I am righteous. Others should be here not me.

It was finally my turn to face the Man.

I placed my sheet before Him, He glanced at it and sighed softly. He looked at me and calmly said, “Guilty of idol worship.”

Imagine my anger, my fury, my indignation. I jumped out of the chair and said, “Of course not! Check the sheet again, check the name, It can’t be mine.”

He sighed again and mentioned one of my names that no one knows.

I would not be stopped. “It’s impossible!” I yelled. “I worship only God, the Most High, Maker of heaven and earth, the King of kings and Lord of lords. I bow down to none, I have no talisman, no amulet, no pot underneath my bed.”

“You are guilty of idol worship.” He repeated calmly.

He looked at me, I looked at Him. It seemed like forever. The room was silent. I could hear the clock ticking.

Then slowly I understood.

I am never late for bus/train station or air flight, but I am always late to church. I blinked.

My payments for services I enjoy such as Dstv, phone bills, etc., are never late, but I haven’t given tithes in three months. I looked down.

When meeting one of our local chiefs last week I would not even pick a call in the presence of earthly royalty, but I WhatsApp in church.

I wouldn’t interrupt my performance appraisal with my boss for anything, but I missed church last week because of a series on TV.

I wouldn’t let a day end without talking to my spouse, but today I just said ‘Hi God, Bye God.’ And I didn’t even pray last night. The room began to feel hot.

I would never miss going to the bank because of the weather, but I missed the fellowship on Wednesday and Friday because it was drizzling.

I would wear my party colors to party meetings and not care what anyone thought of me, but I hate to talk to my workmates about God because of what they will think of me.

I always have the latest tech gadget you can think of but my Bible is so worn out. I can’t even find the book of Jude in my Bible anymore.

The last thing to touch before going to bed and the first thing in the morning is my phone, chatting on Whatapp or replying offline messages. And never bothering to talk with God or reading His word.

I felt so hot in the room, a nervous sweat on my forehead. I felt so ill and weak, all of my anger and self-righteousness was gone, leaving immense guilt in its wake.

I slowly got off the chair and knelt by His feet and said, “I am sorry. I am guilty as charged; guilty of idol worship, guilty of placing others, humans, technology, before You. I am guilty of idol worship.”

He smiled gently, looked at me with those compassionate eyes of His and He gave me a fresh sheet and said, “Go and deliver souls! Now I want you to inform others to alert them as I know they are not aware of what they are doing.”

— Author Unknown

Meditation: ‘These people draw near to Me with their mouth, And honor Me with their lips, But their heart is far from Me.’ Matthew 15:8

You will succeed because Jesus loves You!

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