Sometimes you need to kill the (false) witness.

There are circumstancesfrom my childhood that have come to shape my perception of who I am today. This is true for any of us. This will be true for Beckham.

But not all perceptions are reality. Not all beliefs are grounded in truth. Sometimes we live as if we are chained when the reality is that God broke those chains a long time ago and there is a very different way He daily offers us to live.

So this morning during my time for devotion, I went out to our garage and dragged a moldy, rotting relic from my early childhood out onto the driveway - a dresser.

I grabbed an ax and a sledgehammer and... as an act of what I think could aptly be called worship...pummeled that old piece of furniture, pummeled that witness to parts of my childhood that have lingered and morphed into untruths in my life today. Pummeled it to pieces, assigning to each blow all manner of hackneyed, warped, binding lies about my life and who I am, about who I can or cannot become.

Christus Victor. Sola Dei gloria.

Comments

[Mary Broussard]

I would have loved to witness such a violent form of worship!

[Bethany Hoang]

It did strike me later that my description sounded violent. But worship/sacrifice has often been commanded to be done in ways that destroy symbols or idols or even luxuries like first fruits. Refining fire, destruction that brings obedience, etc. etc.

[Cheryl Noble]

Good work. It's always hard to destroy those things from your past that are weighing you down.