My Thoughts On the Billboard Awards Show...

Last night, my husband and I watched a little bit of the Billboard Music Awards show. We only lasted for maybe thirty minutes. I was thinking about it all, though. I was thinking about how times change and how standards change. When Elvis first came on the scene with his serious hip action, the world was shocked. In fact, for a while they wouldn't show him on TV from the waist down because of that. We all laugh now, because we are so far from that standard, but it certainly begs the question...

What exactly is the standard? 

Call me old fashioned, but I believe the standard was set by God a long time ago and what we have broken down and called acceptable is still not acceptable to God. I also don't think this in any way makes him an angry, unjust, unloving God. On the contrary. I think the fact that God's standard is unchanging brings comfort and security. Clearly, society is wishy-washy and always will be, so I am not going to allow my standard of right and wrong to be determined by them. Instead, I'm going to fix my eyes on Jesus and let that be my standard. 

I'm raising two little girls in this very wicked world. They will absolutely grow up in a society that does what is right in their own eyes. It doesn't seem like it can get much worse, but God's word promises that things will get a whole lot worse before it all ends. 

Not a comforting thought. 

Lets all breathe a sigh of relief though, because this is not all doom and gloom. I know this because, after seeing a few minutes of the degradation of man on television last night, I went to tuck my eight year old in bed and do you know what she wanted to talk about? She wanted to talk about what she had learned in children's church. She wanted to tell me that she learned that her faith will grow when she helps other's, prays for others and puts herself second. She was excited about the craft she made, the Bible video she watched and the little nugget of truth that she had discovered. 

My heart is full. 

See, in a moment that I felt the yuck of this world because of what I had just witnessed on television, the Lord in his grace reminded me that hope lives. Hope lives in the heart of anyone who fixes their eyes on him. I breathed deep of his grace when I kissed my daughter's head and pulled the covers up under her chin. I breathed deep of his mercy and redemption. No, the standard by which God calls us to live has in no way lowered. He simply allows us the freedom to choose...

and choose we do. 

It is by his mercy that is new every morning that we are allowed to carry on. Lets not be deceived, though. God is not silent, nor is he dead. He does not turn a blind eye to the depravity of man. He sees it all and he promises that a complete restoration is coming. And the choices we made...that will determine our outcome.

Oh, Jesus.

Reach those souls, blinded by lust and pride and selfish ambition. They gain momentary pleasure from the fame and fortune of this world, but it is fading. Like water through their fingers, one day they will reach out for it and be left empty handed. 

There will be no excuses to make on the day when we stand before our God. We will each stand alone, and account for the life we lived and only the blood of Jesus and our deeds of service for him will
matter.

My little girl reminds me that even when evil screams and yells and tries to get in my face, a gentle whisper from the heart of God is all it takes to clear the way for truth. 

And truth will stand, forever. 

Truth will stand.  

"All scripture is inspired by God and is useful to teach us what is true and to make us realize what is wrong in our lives. It corrects us when we are wrong and teaches us to do what is right." 
2 Timothy 3:16

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