This morning I was reading in Mark 10 about the rich young man who asked Jesus how to inherit eternal life. There is much that could be said about this incident, but what grabbed my heart is the fact that I am so much like him. Not Jesus. The young man. Well, I would not say that I have kept the law since my youth, but I can't imagine being asked to sell all that I have and give it to the poor before I could follow Jesus. I wonder if I would have walked away, too.
As the commentaries say, Jesus was trying to show the young man that his heart actually was being ruled by an idol. His affections were set on his wealth and the image that gave him. His identity as a rich man was his true god, and all his external law keeping was really a cover to keep his good and important reputation in tact. His wealth had a stranglehold on his heart.
When my affection for Jesus is cold or lukewarm, and causes me to make lame excuses about the radical call to follow Jesus, I can be sure that, whether I am aware of it or not, some idol has a stranglehold on my heart, too. Possessions? My ministry? The dream of future success and recognition which causes me to work so hard in the name of Jesus? Comfort? Fear of exposure? The need to be right or appreciated or in power?
The point is not that I give everything up for Jesus. It is that he gave everything up for me, even his life. It is that amazing, overwhelming grace of the cross that sets me free to abandon and destroy the idols that set themselves up to rival such a Savior. Jesus was offering the young man not another law to fulfill, but freedom from the idol that was keeping him from obeying even the first of the commandments. Jesus was giving him the opportunity to face his idol and crucify it by a radical act. And that's what it takes to kill an idol—radically acting against the influence of the idol by being under the influence of the Spirit. The gospel calls me sometimes to act in big, radical, external ways, and sometimes in smaller, internal ways. Regardless, the power for such an idol destroying life is to consciously believe that Jesus is my true righteousness, hope and joy. As the one who "loved me and gave his life for me."
I confess that my heart is ruled by idols. It is an ugly thing. Sometimes I feel utterly helpless. And in myself I am. But if I will take the cross in one hand (to believe the gospel) and a sword in the other (to act in line with the gospel), God will give grace to face and destroy the idols which rob me of the joy, hope and peace that is available for those who know Jesus as their glorious pearl of great price. For his promises of eternal life through his substitutionary obedience and sacrifice are better by far than the temporary promises of success, wealth, comfort, human praise or any other cheap idol of the heart.