While thinking about my daddy…I must say, with great honor this Father’s Day weekend…and in thinking about what a terrific father my husband has been to our four children–I find that honor is given out to a selective, though noble, few. I find that I am concentrating on those whom I believe deserve it, according to biblical standards. So, while I am musing my list of those I deem worthy of honor, I pass by the mirror. Sheepishly, I might add.
James 1:2-3 reads: “For if anyone is a hearer of the word and not a doer, he is like a man who looks intently at his natural face in a mirror. For he looks at himself and goes away and at once forgets what he was like.” (James 1:23-24 ESV)
I am exchanging my evaluation of honor to the personal question of whether or not I am honorable. Thus I inventory my belief system, which is truly the hub of my life. What I believe [not just say], deep down in the recesses of my soul, determines how I live. I look honestly at my actions which sometimes erupt uncontrollably out of my self-serving feelings–those undependable, little foxes that spoil my vine. I take a hard look at the strength of my convictions and take an even closer look at what they might be established upon. The mirror of God’s Word reflects my emotions and my attitudes–those things which I thought I could tuck away in tight crevices, hidden from view and hidden from conviction. Not so.
So today, my question to myself is: Am I honorable? The definition alone is a search-light. Am I honest, moral, ethical, and principled? I trust so; yet the determiner is the Word of God: the true mirror. There’s only one vote on the matter, and it comes from the Lord.
“May these words of my mouth and this meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer.” [Psalm 19:14]