Misplaced Worship

The human heart craves something to worship, and left to itself, it will worship almost anything. --Jan Winebrenner*

There's a sobering thought. And it's true.

Worship: noun. - reverent honor or homage paid to God, or a sacred personage, or to any object regarded as sacred

I read that this week and took a little look-see into my heart. (I must have been feeling particularly brave!) Father, what do I worship when my heart is left to itself?

my husband and children
my bank account
my girlfriends
my little plans for my future
my goals
the list creeps on and on

The truth is this: there is only room for one object of my worship. Capacity: 1.

Thinking of putting to death the worship of any of these other little gods can be scary because too often we have linked them to our safety
.*  But it's entirely necessary if I am to fulfill God's purposes in me. When I shift my focus from the false securities in my world, and fix my eyes on the One who holds my frail and wandering heart, worship is the only reasonable response.  Less of me.  More of Him. Less of those things that distract me. More of the One who redeemed me.  Less fascination with false securities.  More of Christ who is worthy of my worship. Less of my heart.  More of His.

Jeremiah 17:9 - "The heart is deceitful above all things..."
The human heart. 

The heart controlled by the flesh. 
My heart when I am out of step with the Spirit.

Hebrews 12:2 - "Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith..."

Father, teach me the discipline of worship and give me eyes to see those things I hold more sacred than You.