I recently posted a picture of myself holding a big rubber "blob" of fat that represented five pounds of weight loss. And I held up my hand with five fingers extended. At that point, I'd lost more than 25 pounds.
Sounds great, but I know the truth. It's hard work. It’s fighting emotional hunger. It’s struggling against self-will. I don't think I've got this weight thing licked.
And I don't think I'm a total success even though losing 25+ pounds. No ... nothing could be further from the truth.
Most of the time in this journey I’ve been a mess, sliding back into fleshly habits and making choices that hijack my "success."
I'm learning that destructive choices are only a short slide away from faithfulness.
I may "look good" some days — eating my lettuce — but when it comes to food, there's this little idol I worship called "pleasure." (God created us for pleasure, but too often, I find pleasure in the wrong places, don't you?)
Even good things (like eating) can become an idol.
We’re to keep ourselves from them … we're to flee idolatry (1 Corinthians 10:23; 1 John 5:21; 1 Corinthians 10:14).
Idols are a matter of what the heart loves. Especially when it loves something more than loving or obeying God or taking care of His Temple (our body) in this world.
The scriptures say, “…sin will have no dominion over you, since you are not under law but under grace” … but “where sin increased, grace abounded all the more” (Romans 6:14; 5:20).
So I've been getting real about my idol. Many days, it's a matter of picking myself up again and saying, "Jesus, I can't do this... I keep proving to you (and others) I can't." (John 15:5)
And then the Gospel of God's great grace reminds me that Jesus can do the impossible in and through me (Philippians 4:13).
Any success I'm having is His.
Do you struggle with an idol of addiction? What does God's message of grace mean to you?