Last Sunday our guest speaker, Sean Smith mentioned about the Hulk and the puny god. I didn’t know where he was going with the sermon but it made total sense after he finished the segment. It was a reference to a scene in the movie “Avenger”. ( you can just go to youtube and watch that scene).
After the service, the thought lingered and while it was obvious what it was about, I made mental note of my own puny gods.
When I was little my puny god were my toys. We didn’t have much, so every once in awhile when folks would buy us toys, they were treated like precious gems.
High school, I would say my friends were my puny gods. The cliques, the parties and the good times that came with teenage life were deemed priceless, disobeying parents-lying and sneaking. How invinsible.
College, it was the ideologies. The influx of information, liberalism and “intellectual revolution” plus activism were supreme. I felt significant, relevant and important.
After college, my puny god was my career, making money and competition. I was at the top of my game.
Then, relationships came- life changing but not for the better I’d say. I have learned to enjoy control, so much that when things went awry, I played god myself. My puny self became my own puny god.
It was foolish of me to think that life was better and foolish to think that God didn’t mind.
Unlike Hulk, God did not body slam me, instead His gentle nudge and forgiveness brought me back to earth, my senses and to my Heavenly Father.
How foolish to think that our puny gods can make us happy and satisfied. It was fun while it lasted, but the lingering after effect of such foolishness was overwhelming enough to wallow in self-pity and self- condemnation.
My God is mighty and big. He gave me everything to save me from myself. The gift of death and resurrection of Jesus was big enough to cover my sins.
No other god did that for me.
As we reflect on His death and resurrection, may we be reminded that our God is greater than any puny gods.
What are your puny gods?