Everybody—each and every one of us—is committed to something in our lives.
We all fall down at the altar of whatever it is that we’ve chosen to worship as our “god.”
For some of us, it might be money. The pursuit of the almighty dollar. We knock ourselves out trying to make as much money as we can, because, certainly, happiness will only come to us when we’re earning X amount of money a year.
For others, it might just be their career itself and all the recognition they hope to garner from it. When at last they are vice-president then—and only then—will they have achieved it all.
Perhaps fame is what motivates you each day. You want to become well-known in your field, to become that writer whose name is on everyone’s lips, or the doctor who finally finds a cure for a rare but fatal disease.
We might even worship our spouse or significant other (also known as codependency).
Perhaps we worship having our own freedom and individuality—we just want to do life on our own terms. I know I’ve often been guilty of that kind of worship.
Whatever it is, that’s what we ultimately sacrifice everything for. That is our idol.
It doesn’t have to be a little figurine carved out of wood or stone that we prostrate ourselves in front of. It could be as simple as that job you invest 60 hours a week in. Or those golf clubs you cart around every weekend.
Your idol could even be God Himself. Now that’s a novel idea…