what’s on your throne?

Talk about conviction! Today, I watched the newest video Jeff Bethke released called Counterfeit Gods, and it really made me have to check myself.

How many times have I got up in the morning, just to run to my phone, checking for messages and emails? And don’t even get me started on how many times I jumped on my laptop before even giving thanks to God for, yet another day of life. Another day of worship that I didn’t even dedicate to Him.

The truth is, we all worship something—be it Jesus, our jobs, our spouses or (worst of all) ourselves. I find that while I’ve come to believe that Jesus actually is who he said he was, I don’t always live that way. I so easily let Jarrad, my work, my kids and even my own image become the place where I invest the most love and, in essence, worship. Check it out and let me know your thoughts!


You might not believe in God, but everyone has that one thing that’s king,

Even the dictionary defines God as what “whatever we make supreme”

It’s a theme, a thread, you see it’s inside all human beings,

The fact we all worship, and no it’s not just about singing.

I know some of you already like “Jeff I don’t worship, I put that on the shelf,”

But I say technically we all worship, we just worship ourselves.

We all worship something, and to an object we’re all liable,

Ladies, to some your boyfriend is your God, and Cosmo is your bible.

Yet, we mock and we laugh at the Israelites Golden Calf,

But we do the same thing right back; it just looks a little different than that.

So question, what’s on your throne? 

What do you chase so you don’t feel alone?

So what defines you, what do you give ultimate worth?

And what if taken would bring ultimate hurt?

Now see, that is your God

And all of us, we sacrifice deep joy for shallow happiness, to be honest we look like fools,

We’re like full grown adults in the kiddie pool, going “oh man, this is so cool”

We are slaves to our possessions, we are always craving something new,

Reality check, if you can’t give it up, you don’t own it, it owns you.

That’s why the bible, it says we’re all spiritual prostitutes, in fact it says we’re worse.

Because at least prostitutes get paid for their works, 

When all we get paid is a hearse.

That’s why worship isn’t just behavior, it goes way into our core,

So ask yourself what is your God? What do you bow down before?

For example some of us don’t worship Jesus, we just worship what He said,

Got theology in your head, but in our heart, poor, pitiful, naked, and dead.

Some worship in stadiums, some worship in bars.

We worship our posessions, we worship our cars,

We worship science, or we worship the arts,

But see I don’t care what clothes your idol’s wearing, the disease is the heart.

Or my favorite is those guys who say, “Jeff, I’m a man, because I’m in control!”

Okay then tell me why you cant stop having sex with your hand, while staring at your macbook pro

Then there’s those guys who trade their wives for their job at work

Where they give more time to their boss then their wive’s needs or hurts

And you ladies, no guy can love you more than jesus already has,

So stop getting your worth from Magic Mike, Jesus is so much better than that

I know you’re thinking,  “so jeff, are you saying we should hate money, hate drinking, and never have sex.”

No, but I’m saying God created those all to be enjoyed, in their proper context.

But now I want to transition, and make a spiritual incision,

Can you really tell me these things are the ultimate purpose of living?

Instead of worshiping the Creator of you and I,

We say screw you God I’ll take your stuff, but you can die.

But that trade is terrible, trading God for man

Its like God offers us water, and we say “but God, this is such good sand!”

You say, “a God that requires me to give up something I just can’t fathom,”

Yet most of us seem fine giving up everything for a quick orgasm?

You call me a wimp for running to God when times get hard, 

Yet you do the same, you just run to the bar.

I mean am I the only one that’s felt that gnawing within?

Am I the only one that’s felt the weight of my own sin?

But here’s what’s unique, so go ahead and critique, 

but if hear anything, hear this one thing I speak.

Where we exchanged ourselves for God, thinking we could be Him,

He exchanged himself for us, absorbing all our sin.

God litterally put on flesh, and do you see how we treated him?

The ultimate war veteran, because he was killed for our freedom.

Nonetheless He was thinking of you and me, with every whip that beat em,

Knowing full well we’d say nah, I don’t really need him. 

But like a Father, he couldn’t bare his children to not be free

So he thought up that tree, paid our fee, for specs of dirt like you and me

So my plea is let Him restore His proper place,

I promise you He loves you right now. Just trust in His grace.

Because before I leave, I’ll leave you with this

What of those other things took nails in their wrists?

Or how about when was the last time money or sex forgave you?

Whens the last time your boyfriend set you free from all you’re enslaved to?

What else is there that died so you could be made new?

Or when’s the last time the world promised satisfaction, and actually came through?


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