Religion

About one hundred miles east of Ephesus sat a city named Colossae. It was a city encompassed in spiritual darkness, void of the true knowledge of God. Its population was made up of both Jews and Gentiles, and it was steeped in pagan mysticism, human philosophy, and the practice of magic arts. During their worship, they sought to work themselves into a religious frenzy, entering trance-like experiences that claimed to transcend the ordinary limitations of human nature.

Our four-year-old loves to sing. She comes home from church singing snippets of tunes she learned in Sunday school, and the other day she launched into a loud version of “Oh, Be Careful Little Eyes What You See.” I remember this song from my own childhood, as a simple reminder that it matters what Christians look at, what we listen to, what we say, what we do, and where we go. There’s something so sweet about hearing her singing this tune, knowing that she is actually unwittingly pointing me to a better way to live.

“He said, ‘O LORD, the God of my master Abraham, please grant me success today, and show lovingkindness to my master Abraham.’”