You Can't Get Milk From A Golden Calf
Have you ever heard of an idol referred to as a “golden calf?”
Let me describe a golden calf I had many years ago:
A clanging crucifix and creative crosses displayed prominently on my wall.
Dark beads of different sizes hung on the rusty copper doorknob, making noises with each entrance and exit.
If you walked into my room at that time, you probably would think I was super religious.
I “played” religious. Actually, I was a frightened, religious church goer.
I know, talk about being incongruent.
Another story for another time.
I still can picture the small buy ciprofloxacin wooden desk in that room.
Adorned with pictures and memorabilia of someone close to me at that time in my life.
He became something that he wasn’t supposed to become…
He became my idol.
Big mistake.
Big, big mistake.
And more than that, I settled.
I compromised.
But I’ve learned, recovered and moved on.
I think it’s important to have people that you admire, respect, and learn from but they should never become more than that.
What or who is your golden calf? And is it producing any results in your life? I would love to get your feedback.