Who do you ultimately obey?

A 10 year old kid invites all his friends over his parents house on Fri. night. Dad gave specific instructions to Henry to enjoy free reign of the interior. No room was off limits, as they all enjoyed billiards, darts, ping pong, television, stereo, vids, and all the food from the fridge. No charge to anybody. Nothing was asked in return, EXCEPT:

Henry was to demand that all his houseguests stay away from his father’s liquor cabinet. That’s it, that’s all. Anyway, what 10-12 year old would have any interest in the stale fruit of the grape or barley and hops.

The evening progressed, and as you would know, there were some miscreants who could not resist the order to keep away from certain liquids. Henry got wind of the bad plans, and while not approving, did nothing to stop the ‘group howls’ of ‘What can it possibly hurt? No one will know.’ (yeah like this will end well)

You guessed it. The white cue ball was used as a make shift basketball, and there was broken glass everywhere, but the inebriation was louder than the train-wreck. Wallpaper was torn from the walls because of wrestling matches, grape juice was spilled on the white carpet, there was tomato evidence on the ceiling, and oh, Dad’s boat was crushed by the Mercedes in the garage which apparently drove itself. But man oh man did these kids swear they had the time of their lives. Until.

Dad unexpectedly came home and asked for an accounting. Henry’s head lower than low, and while not looking up, just started to point.  Then they all pointed shamelessly as if to assign their nefarious ways to others.

Somehow in all this, Dad was blamed. It was YOUR liquor which tempted us, it was YOUR food that made us crazy in the mind. It was your nice car which just demanded that we ransack it and turn the key having no idea what an engine is.

Fast forward 30, 50, 100, or 500 years. These criminal children had children, and they also fell in the footsteps of bad bad ways, having no need for the voice of authority, and the rest is let’s just say, history. So if the greatest voice of authority in the house was not heeded, whose voice then whispered that ‘all is good, do whatever you want?’ Hmmm.

And oh, let’s be reminded, that God’s creation was seen ‘very good’ in the beginning. Gotta love the eternal power and relevance of Gods living word. It is always timely, sober, forthtelling, foretelling, and has no equal today, yesterday, or forever. Why?

Because God’s word is forever settled in heaven, and is just as stable as God Himself.  (and as a bonus thought, only a crooked stick would complain when it sees a straight one. It is only by Authority do we learn of disobedience)

About ColorStorm

Blending the colorful issues of life with the unapologetic truth of scripture, while adding some gracious ferocity.
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9 Responses to Who do you ultimately obey?

  1. ColorStorm says:

    Yes Tkx- still recuperating from A 6 mo. 2 story 3 ct mildewey house painting project, in between working full time etc.

    But didn’t have to make any unexpected trips to ER so good.

    😉

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  2. Tom Salmon says:

    Well, there is something to be said for parental control over a 10 year old, or even perhaps a 60 year old. It seems we never outgrow the need for a father.

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  3. ColorStorm says:

    And what’s even more stunning Tom, is the fact that the Father only had the best interest of the little ones.

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  4. I enjoyed reading this, Colorstorm. Well done. I love that word “obey,” the root of it literally means to lend an ear, to listen, to heed. I still use that phrase sometimes when “obey” is likely to ruffle feathers so instead, “just lend me your ear.”

    Somebody smart once told me, “you’re either under the Lord’s authority or you’re ripe for the plucking.”

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