I've recently felt deep distressed over my idolatry.
I've had to reconcile myself to the fact that, no matter how hard I try, I'm always going to be idolatrous.
I'm never going to desire God as much as I should.
I'm never going to defeat my sin nature completely.
Sanctification is a process.
It doesn't happen overnight.
It isn't completed on this earth.
Idolatry is like a game of wack-a-mole.
The mallet is the Word. The name of the game is life.
Every time I knock down one of those pesky moles,
two more pop up.
And two after that.
And two more after that.
The game isn't over until my time on this earth is over.
I'm going to struggle.
I'm going to fail.
I'm never going to defeat my deeply imbedded sin nature until my last breath has gone.
Idolatry is a weed.
So often I pluck the stem, the leaves, or even the flower.
The reality is - the roots are deep.
They've burrowed their way into the depths of my heart and anchored.
They've laced their way through my veins.
So many times when reading the Old Testament, I judge the Israelites on their struggles.
"Why would they ever choose that stupid calf over God?"
"How can they be that dumb?"
And so on and so forth.
The reality of it is: I'm no better than them.
I choose things over God all the time.
Shoot.
Lord, help me.
I can't do this on my own.
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