In Isaiah 35:1-10, there is the perfect example of what
happens when things go wrong. What happens when I clutter my life with earthly
things, with things I like that I don’t really care what everyone else likes
nor do I want to share those things. What happens when I feel as though I can
handle things, things that may in and of themselves not be bad but that take me
away from God nonetheless. God wants to make that which would take me away from
Him waste. For example, music in the Church. There is such a debate right now
among Christians whether or not to use instruments that sometimes it gets heated
and God is just not happy seeing Christians war among themselves. Why are
instruments necessary? Are they truly necessary? Can not God’s people come
before God without pomp and ceremony? Why can’t we have instruments? Why do
people have to be so stubborn? And on and on the debate rages and God is not
happy. The simplest way is to put all my talents and my self before Him and
sometimes that means doing without instruments. Or anything for that matter. We
forget that we are not coming to service for us, for our encouragement,
although that certainly is a benefit. We come for others, to serve and
encourage others. To commune with God, to blend in the heavenly host. To know a
truth of God. To learn how to live as His child. To mature and grow as one of
His. If I need an instrument to show me His way, that is nothing more than an
idol. If I am relying on someone’s preaching to get me by, that too is an idol.
How much do I jump in God’s word, how much do I long to hear His message? How
much do I yearn for His advice? Am I giving myself to Him or doing what I think
is giving myself to Him? Am I bare and lowly and humble before Him? Jesus spoke
of going before God as meek people. How can one do that other than to break
everything that could keep God from getting in, not an image of God that
someone tells us about or plays on their instrument, or paints, but the true
God? I, we, must come to know what it the true God.
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