Today I have the honor of having Mark Thielbar guest post on Abraham Chronicles. I’ve had the pleasure of connecting with him via the interwebs over the last couple months. He is the master of awesome comments (encouraging and challenging at the same time). He is admitted wine/coffee snob (I’m okay with that). Mark blogs at 3-Fold Cord and tweets @3foldcordcom. Be sure to show him some love in the comments!
My first taste of the bitter fruit of infidelity occurred at the tender age of thirteen. At that time I was “dating” a girl named Buffy; and by dating I mean we met at the local roller rink every Friday night to hold hands, couples skate, and share cheesy nachos. On our three-week anniversary, which is a real milestone for 7th graders, Buffy had to leave the rink early because she was going out of town with her parents. Now I was disappointed of course, but I was there with a couple of my boys and we were known for skating hard and closing down roller rinks. We were pretty intense!
On the last couples skate of the night, some random girl, sporting a scrunchy and multiple glow sticks, asked me to skate. My friends were egging me on and I eventually succumbed to the peer pressure as well as her glowing feminine wiles. All I remember was the girl was a lousy skater, because I had to skate backwards, and the last song was “Open Arms” by Journey (good stuff!) As soon as I exited the floor I was confronted by one of Buffy’s mousy little friends that I had only met once before. She informed me I was a “cheater” and then proceeded to rattle off a string of obscenities where she called me everything but a white boy going through puberty! During her tirade I barley noticed the hulk-like girl standing beside her. After her verbal assault ended, but before I could retort, I felt a powerful blunt force trauma to the left side of my face. You know how they say that the punch that does the most damage is the one you don’t see coming…Well, that was it! Apparently that she-hulk (another friend of Buffy’s) sucker punched me so hard that, according to witnesses, my skates literally went over my head as I was on my way to the floor! When I came to, I was lying on my back next to the Foosball ball table- and the front wheels of my skates were still spinning (along with my head!) Yes, I was knocked the “****-out” by a girl.
Over the past year I have engaged in a more serious infidelity: one that involves trying to rely solely on commonsense and my own abilities. I have come to learn that if a Holy Spirit filled believer puts anyone or anything before God, utter confusion and worry rears its ugly head! Folks, I have to admit, I have spent a good portion of the last year worried and confused. I have put commonsense first and I have treated Jesus like a spiritual appendage to it. Oh what a fool I have been! Have you ever noticed what Jesus said would choke the Word? It was not Satan or his minions…it was the “cares of this world.”
Infidelity begins when we do not believe that God can take care of our needs. Infidelity is magnified when we enthrone commonsense and try to use Jesus Christ like a spiritual Swiss Army knife.
My brothers and sisters- if you are currently experiencing worry and confusion in your life, I can guarantee that you are not putting Jesus Christ on the throne where HE belongs. The cure for infidelity is steadfast obedience to the Spirit of God.
So just remember to put Jesus first; keep your skates on the ground; and don’t let the cares of this world sucker punch you!