Chopping Down Idols

Acts 7:41: And they made a calf in those days, and offered sacrifice unto the idol, and rejoiced in the works of their own hands.

My first thought when reading this was, β€œPeople don’t make idols anymore like they did back in those days.” But then I really started thinking about this, a lot – and began to see idolatry in a new way.

Leviticus 26:1: “Ye shall make you no idols nor graven image, neither rear you up a standing image, neither shall ye set up any image of stone in your land, to bow down unto it: for I am the LORD your God.”

I take away several things from this verse, but the main one is this. “Ye shall make you no idols nor graven image…” This implies that not all idols are a graven image or image of stone. Therefore I had to ask myself, what kind of idols is it talking about then? Are there things that I sacrifice too much time to, when I should be giving it to God? It can be anything that is put before God. The tricky thing is, there isn’t anything wrong with these examples in normal circumstances: television, social media, money, computer games, food, etc. But they can become problems if they become idols. If they are made into idols.

This certainly put a new perspective on things.

A couple of days ago, my Internet went out for 10 hours, and I was a wreck. How would I talk to my friends? How would I check my email? How would I check who has posted on WordPress? How would I do research for my novel? I was much more frantic than I should have been, and in every activity I tried to immerse myself in, my thoughts came back to it.

Why couldn’t I think about Jesus this much?

I cringed inwardly and was so convicted.

I knew I really enjoyed being online, but I hadn’t realized how much of an idol it had become, getting in the way of studying the Bible and being with family.

First Corinthians 10:14: Wherefore, my dearly beloved, flee from idolatry.

I’m also reminded of Daniel 3:16-18, where Nebuchadnezzar decreed that all would worship the golden image: Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-nego, answered and said to the king, “O Nebuchadnezzar, we are not careful to answer thee in this matter. If it be so, our God whom we serve is able to deliver us from the burning fiery furnace, and He will deliver us out of thine hand, O king. But if not, be it known unto thee, O king, that we will not serve thy gods, nor worship the golden image which thou hast set up.”

They were thrown into a fiery furnace that was heated seven times hotter than usual (Daniel 3:19) because they refused to bow down to an idol. They didn’t fear burning or dying for their God. (Even though He saved them, they didn’t know that before going in.)

And fear not them which kill the body, but are not able to kill the soul: but rather fear Him which is able to destroy both soul and body in hell. (Matthew 10:28)

I have to ask myself… if I was there with the three of them that day, would I have done the same thing they did? I’d like to think so, but then the conviction hits… when faced with a similar scenario of an idol without an image or a face, would I do the same thing?

They can creep in without us realizing it sometimes, and once they are seen for what they are, they cannot remain. The graven image has to fall. With that being said, I’m going to take a short blogging break to chop down the idol. I plan to return at the end of the month with poems, photos, a Liebster Award acceptance post, and more if things go well. πŸ™‚ Jesus must be the only God in my life, for He is King of kings, Lord of lords, and God of gods.

I’ll miss you guys! I love you all, and I hope that you have a lovely October! ❀

Following Him,
Grace 🌸

 


 

P.S.: I don’t know what the little black wooden figure is supposed to be; I got it at a flea market many years ago (it was in a big box labeled “free”) when I was in my dark Gothic phase, and at the time I thought it was really cool. Now I find it to be really creepy. I am curious about what it is, and what it represents, but there’s another part of me that is unsure of if I want to know… But I thought it might make a good “idol” for this post, anyway. πŸ˜…

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As Time Goes By

(If this looks familiar to you, I originally posted this last Friday, but then Dutch Goes The Photo posted the photo challenge this week – Hour – so I’m moving the post to today for the challenge.)

As time goes by,
I try to know You more;
Time sure does fly,
As sands from the glass pour!

Decade by decade
I see Your marvelous glory displayed

Year by year
It is You, my Lord, that I revere

Month by month
I wish to be with You, but I’m here for the nonce

Week by week
It is You, my King, that I seek

Day by day
I kneel down before my Lord to pray

Hour by hour
I fall down before Your power

Minute by minute
I know only You, are infinite

Moment by moment
I’m thankful You sent your Son for my atonement

Second by second
I feel Your love for me beckon

 


 

There are 86,400 seconds in a day.
There are 10,080 minutes in a week.
There are 8,760 hours in a year.
There are 521.429 weeks in a decade.

How will you use them?

 


 

** All these photos were taken with my new camera; I was experimenting yesterday with the special effects that are built in. Here is a photo without any effects:

This clock is the last thing that my grandma gave to me before she died, so it’s extra special to me. While going through her old papers, we found the original paperwork from when she bought it, which floored me:

I’ve had the poem written for several months, but I had a lot of trouble figuring out which photos to put with it. Yesterday, it came to me; it just took some time, I guess. πŸ˜‚

Glorious Archangel (a reblog)

I love Sawa Minori’s artwork 😍. So inspiring! Especially the angels. ❀

Angelart Star

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Hi ! My dear wonderful followers and visitors ! Thanks always.
I am sorry that I was not able to use Internet by sudden headache and stomachache last week.
This time I contribute two pieces of old sketches of unpublished archangel Michael.
And girl’s old sketch.
I am going to publish new color illustration and Tanka as before on the next time.

The sketch below is my self-portrait of last week !
It’s OK now. Don’t worry. I take care of myself.

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Thanks for your kindness and friendship.
Angels bless you.
Best regards.
Have a nice week !



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Fun With Flowers

As you probably already know, I love taking photos of flowers, and I have a ton of flowers in my archives. I’m a bit late responding to Cee’s Fun Photo Challenge – Fun or Flowers, but I thought I’d post these flowers that I’ve taken over the past few weeks and never got around to sharing anyway. πŸ™‚

I found this one at my great aunt’s house. The plant is taller than I am!

These were growing wild around my grandma’s lake. They remind me of black-eyed Susan’s (at the end of the post – the sunflowers are first πŸ˜…), but the center isn’t black.

And this one was planted in a pot outside our bank.

Winds of Love (a reblog)

A wonderful poem by Sharon at Life As A Believer. πŸ™‚

Life As A Believer

His winds of mercy

Refresh my soul,

His love rains all around.

Like a deserted parched land

I wait for Him,

He pours out love on my dry ground.

His winds of grace

They strengthen me,

And I know I’m not forsaken.

All my worries

And all my woes,

From me He has taken.

His winds of loving kindness

Blow my flaws,

Like dead leaves they fall away.

And I know I have help

As I take each step,

There’s guidance for a new day.

~Sharon

This poem was inspired by strong winds blowing one fine day. The weather was super cool (it rained heavily) and I felt each gust of wind go over and through me till I was refreshed. Words just started coming to me and the outcome is before you. Glory be to God.

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Nature’s Smile

During a walk through the woods last spring, I saw a bunch of gumballs and pine cones and thought it might be fun to play with them. So this happened:

Don’t worry – be happy! πŸ˜‚ And then I thought maybe it might like a branch for a hat:

A little while later, I found two dogwood blooms that I accidentally knocked off the tree. (Oops!)

And I decided to completely redesign the whole thing…

My dad said that this was the result of having too much time on my hands, but it was really nice to unwind on my stroll and let my creative side come out. πŸ™‚

**Thanks to Incomplete Thinker for inspiring me to write this post. πŸ™‚