“Your throne, O God, will last forever and ever; a scepter of justice will be the scepter of your kingdom.” Psalms 45:6
Monday, October 5, 2009
What Are You Building?
A friend and I were talking the other day and she springs this one on me, “Most people are busy building their own kingdom or God’s kingdom.”
She wasn’t quoting the well-known verse, “You’re either for me or against me” but she might as well have been.
Did you know bricklayers often start off learning their trade in an apprenticeship? What word do you typically think of when you hear apprentice? Okay, not Merlin. Not what I was going for, you Monday morning mind. Learning…Studying. I was hoping you’d guess one of these. What’s my point? We learn to build a kingdom for either ourselves or for God. Who are you paying attention to and studying? Because we are building, it’s just a matter of whether or not the towers are idolatrous selfish creations or if they reach for the heavens, pointing to God.
~~~It’s so easy to brush this off, easy to say, I’m not doing anything blatant; spending hoards of cash, or touting myself every opportunity I get. But building our own kingdom can look so diverse and wear such a pretty and innocent mask. In church yesterday God whispered one of the ways I attempt to build my own kingdom. I seek validation. I love validation. Sometimes I even adore validation. I. I. I.
And what verse did our pastor direct us to after God lovingly convicted me of my own kingdom-building idol…
I find it worthy to invest time learning about and studying the One whose kingdom will never perish. I’d be wise to dedicate my gifts and efforts working to build His kingdom and I may not get any validation on the way. In fact, I hope I become so focused on building the layers up that the only validation I seek comes from God.
*photos by flickr
**I'm over at Live Beautiful later today
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