Tuesday, 29 March 2011

The rival

There's a pretender to the throne and she means business.

For the last six months Rocky Salvador Houston (I just made up the middle name but I kinda like it) has reigned supreme as the the undisputed 'king of pets' in our world.  This was widely acknowledged by anyone who's met him and doesn't have a pet of their own.  His ponchant for leaning, tail-chasing and sitting down almost half the times you ask him too is legendary.  It seemed that his position was secure. Until now...

There's a new kid in town.  Her name is Bailey and she is Roger's new dog.  She's a cross between a Shih Tzu and a West Highland White Terrier. Roger calls her a Shestie or a weshtoo or something (I call her a mongrel, Rocky calls her 'lunch').  She is inferior to Rocky in everyway, of course.  She is small and fluffly (pfff), she can't jump onto the dining room table from a standing start, her poos are tiny, and worst of all - she's a girl!

I'm sure you'll all agree, she's rubbish.

The wife and I have a dog, he is our 'first-love' in the pet world (sorry Trevor, you're a very close second) and no-matter how cute and lovely any other dog may seem, Rocky is ours and will remain number one.

God demands the same courtesy.  He is Number One.  No matter how nice chasing after other things may be, no matter how shiny and bright the latest distraction may seem, God requires us to keep Him on the throne in our hearts.

But why?

Because nothing else, no-one else, no material possesion, human being, clever idea, amount of money or flattery of fame can ever love us with the immeasurable, unequalled and overwhelming love that God has for His children.

Settle for nothing less than the King of the World on the throne of your life.

Do not worship any other god, for the LORD, whose name is Jealous, is a jealous God.
Exodus 34:14


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