The door to the milk is paved with memories and dreams. The fridge door, that is. Before I grab a drink or something to satisfy the wanton hunger in my belly: I catch a glimpse of my human loves. There are Claira’s ultrasound pictures: back when she was barely a pea and then when you can see what looks to be an alien. Then there is a family friend on a Little Tikes car carrying a Christmas tree. Two feet from there is John and I at the altar. Not far from there is Claira’s finger painting masterpiece held to the fridge by a magnet picture of the Cliffs of Moher: a majestic place in Ireland that John and I visited pre-baby.
One day while staring at the fridge at these NICE things, the Holy Spirit poked at me HARD, and I took my shovel and dug a little deeper: Do I hold these things closer to me than I hold God? Then I find myself staring into those holy spirit mirrors: the ones that are like the changing room of the department store: the awful light revealing everything. Ugh.
It is important to remember that idols can be good, good things. Scripture is clear, though, that we are not to hold these things in higher esteem than Jesus.
When the devil tries to tempt Jesus to sin in Matthew 4:9-10, Jesus says to him: “Be gone, Satan! For it is written: “You shall worship the Lord your God, and him only shall you serve.” The key words here are: HIM ONLY.
It’s hard sometimes to know who we are serving. You can do all the right things: attend church, read your bible and pray, and you can still be harboring idolatrous desires for everything from baking to vacations.
So what do you do if you find yourself to be kneeling before your refrigerator door in your spiritual life? Be aware of grace. One of the quotes on my fridge says: “The glory of each morning is that it offers us a chance to begin again.” Begin again, my friend, preferably with the bible and a heart open to his teaching.