Sidelines

A deafening roar- I’VE WON THIS RACE!

The crowd is on their feet

The cameras flashing in my face

My glory is complete.

Lest I forget, I find my way to the VIP stall

I kiss You, crying as I say

“My God, I owe You all”.

Snort.  Yeeeeeaaah, right.

Anybody see just how wrong that picture is?

Honestly, did something seem a bit odd about this?

Let’s take it from the top, see what we can see

Sift the truth from the lie; worship from idolatry.

The crowd on their feet? The cameras in my face?

Since when does the world applaud what the Bible says?

It’s not like we’re supposed to go about and annoy people

But we’re telling them they’re dying in things they actually enjoy, people!

Does that sound like reason to get wild on their feet;

Or reason paparazzi don’t hound evangelists on the street?

Good News?

Good News is good news to the few whose view

Is that they’re sinful and lewd and need to be made new.

That’s when it’s good news

Otherwise, what’s the use?

Long story short- if the world is screaming, cheering me on,

I better cross-check whose team I belong.

Or better yet, what trophy I’m running toward:

My glory, my fame- or the pleasure of God?

And God sitting in the VIP stand?

The first person I thank, trophy in hand?

Out there in the stands with the rest of my fans

As I thank Him for making reality of my plans?

Shouldn’t He be my boss, my agent, my coach?

Shouldn’t He be the one to decide where I run and don’t?

Shouldn’t He be presenting this trophy of mine

Rather than watching from the sidelines?

Here I am running a dash and it should have been a relay:

His will the baton, the Holy Spirit my team mate.

But “This is my dream”

“Exactly where I’m meant to be”

So the fact that I’m winning

Is evidence of God’s blessing.

It’s that simple, folks- the recipe for 'success':

A whole lot of me, a dash of God in the mess.

And that’s exactly how

To exchange Yahweh for a golden cow:

Pay Him tribute with my words,

Keep my one true god safe in the mirror.