I got a catalog in the mail the other day from a company I do a fair amount of business with. As I was flipping through, checking out their new line of products for the fall, one line of the copy caught my eye. It said, “Really, it’s all about you.”
See why advertising works? We want that more than anything. We want everything to be about us. We special order everything from our automobiles to our lunch. (Didn’t Burger King invite us to “Have it Your Way?”) We want our voices heard, our choices validated and our decisions vindicated. Social media allows us to talk without making us listen, and virtually every website invites us to comment, review or rate something.
Too often, though, we bring our “customer is always right” mentality into our relationship with Christ. We want worship to be about how it makes us feel. We want to Bible study to address our needs. We want prayers answered on our schedule. We want God’s plan to suit our desires.
Scripture has a name for that. It’s called idolatry.
While I’m far too sophisticated to worship a statue, I get uncomfortable when life’s circumstances slip from my control, when answers aren’t apparent, or when the unexpected bursts onto the scene. I find I’d rather consult with God than live in submission to Him. He loses His majesty, His holiness, His awesome God-ness.
I love these verses in Isaiah 6.
In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord sitting on a throne, high and lifted up, and the train of His robe filled the temple.
Above it stood seraphim; each one had six wings: with two he covered his face, with two he covered his feet, and with two he flew.
And one cried to another and said: “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of hosts; the whole earth is full of His glory!”
And the posts of the door were shaken by the voice of him who cried out, and the house was filled with smoke.
So I said: “Woe is me, for I am undone! Because I am a man of unclean lips, and I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips; for my eyes have seen the King, the Lord of hosts.”
More than any others, they remind me that He is God alone, and really, it’s not all about me.