“Until you’ve lost your reputation, you never realize what a burden it was or what freedom really is.”
“If you decide that it’s a bad thing to worship God, then choose a god you’d rather serve—and do it today. Choose one of the gods your ancestors worshiped from the country beyond The River, or one of the gods of the Amorites, on whose land you’re now living. As for me and my family, we’ll worship God.”
For a brief time, the god of popularity was my goal. I repeated things I heard about others in High School just so I could talk to the cool kids. I fell into their trap one day and repeated a story because it was good, not checking the truth. I got caught and then I lied because I was afraid. Very few talked to me after that. I lost my reputation, whatever that was.
After a while, I realized that I had no reputation, I sought to only tell the truth. No one believed me then either.
A combination of my favorite high school teacher, and my folks convinced me that when you change, there is nothing you can do about what you were, because, like a new haircut, it takes a while for people to notice.
The popularity god rears its ugly head and calls, and it never has good news, just false promises. I have to make a conscious choice to bury what I hear because I don’t want to go back there again. Losing one’s reputation allows for a certain amount of freedom to make choices, or not make those choice. It is freeing. And even though I stumble on occasion and am tempted by a false promise, I move toward the goal of the high calling.
This song, not sacred, but pointed, came into my head while I was typing. The only thing missing is the hand of the Lord, lifting a chin, the way the Lord does, and the way only the Lord can.