-They say to wood, ‘You are my father,’ and to stone, ‘You have me birth’.
They have turned their backs to me and not their faces; yet when they are in trouble, they say, ‘Come and save us!’
Where then are the gods you made for yourselves?
Let them come if they can save you when your are in trouble!
For you have as many gods as you have towns, O Judah.-
Everytime I find myself again reaching for God, again singing praises and throwing myself at his feet, I remember having done this before.
Been wrecked and saved. And throwing myself in praise at his feet…
Do I not remember the last time it feel apart? Left me bruised and desolate on forgotten shores?
And then I promise – same me one last time!
What happens in-between?
I don’t do it on purpose but a carelessness sets in. I give less. I sin willfully and promise to make up for it. I get angry and justify it.
I forget that I didn’t do this on my own.
Idols of money, Idols of Happiness, Idols of Pride.