It was 8 pm last night when I got a call from my husband to come watch a local band. I had just bought a new shirt and had a little makeup on, so I threw myself together and went.
It was at a bar. I've been to my share of those. I could see why he wanted me to hear the music; it was good, especially one particular vocalist. But what they were singing is not what I listen to anymore. He doesn't really either; he was just there for someone else's moral support and drank water the whole time, as did I. I didn't even want any alcohol. I didn't really want to hear the songs. But did I want to be seen?
I mean I can still walk the walk and turn some heads. It didn't feel as good as it used to, though. Now causing people to commit idolatry leaves a bitter taste. Watching them sink into their drunkenness disturbs the conscience, women older than I doing childish things, women younger than I becoming combative.
I listened to that music on the way home, danced in my seat a little and soon realized I was acting like someone I'm not.
So, this morning at church when the worship was particularly good and the message even better, I knew where my place is and no longer have any desire to return to the place I was last night ever again. There is nothing there for me, nothing. But there is everything for me in God's place, everything.
(Originally written in 2023)
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