Job CCXCI

 Job 31:1-4, “I have made a covenant with my eyes; why then should I look upon a young woman? For what is the allotment of God from above, and the inheritance of the Almighty from on high? Is it not destruction for the wicked, and disaster for the workers of iniquity? Does He not see my ways and count all my steps?”

One of the most dangerous environments for one’s spiritual man is passive indifference. Tragically, it’s what’s being taught from many pulpits, throughout a large swath of denominations, because those who look at the numbers and see the incoming and outgoing have determined that the lower you set the bar, the more likely it is that someone will throw a few bucks in the collection plate. In the end, that’s what it’s about. Not about souls, but about legal tender, and since the customer is always right, and the customer wants neither accountability nor conviction to be preached from the pulpit, that’s what the customer will get. Just because something sounds cynical, it doesn’t mean it isn’t true.

The direct correlation between the diluting and watering down of Scripture and burgeoning coffers is undeniable, and if what this life was about was fancy cars and expense accounts, then by those metrics alone, the church of today is prospering like none other in the history of mankind. Blessed coming and going, pressed down and shaken together, what could be better?

It’s nothing new; the Laodicean church believed itself to be prospering, rich, and in need of nothing, until Christ Himself dispelled them of that misnomer, revealing them to be wretched, miserable, poor, blind, and naked. There’s what man can see and how he judges a situation through the prism of his carnal intellect, and what God sees and how He judges, and the two are often very different, substantively speaking.

Due to the constant need to pander to men’s baser instincts, and the fear that were they to preach the whole counsel of God, unadulterated and unredacted, they would likely lose the support they’re banking on, few preachers nowadays get up the courage to speak on man’s duty to guard his heart, but not just.

By the time it gets to the heart, whatever the enemy is attempting to sow has already gotten by at least one of three other sentinels that ought to always be standing at the ready, and rebuffing his offensive. A wise man guards his eyes, his tongue, and his ears first, understanding that if they are well guarded, then nothing can make its way to the heart except for what’s supposed to be there, which is the presence of God.

If you guard your eyes, your ears, and your tongue well, the things you will have to contend with, prune, and pluck, will be far easier to be done away with because they did not take root in the heart, and had not established themselves therein.

If the heart is likened to a garden that must be constantly tended to, then the eyes, the ears, and the tongue determine what is being planted in said garden. If you plant good seed, it will grow into a good tree that will produce good fruit. If you plant bad seed, no matter how much one might want the outcome to be otherwise, it will grow bad trees that will produce bad fruit. If you plant crab apple seeds, you’ll get crab apple trees that will produce crab apples, no matter how much you might wish them to produce Honeycrisp apples.   

My zero-tolerance policy when it comes to sin among those who deem themselves the shepherds of God’s people has been seen by some as being unloving. More often than not, a snippet from Paul’s first letter to the Corinthians is included in the body text, reminding me that he who thinks he stands should take heed lest he fall, which is good counsel indeed, but contextually inapplicable within the topic of conversation, namely that the individual in question did not take heed, did not guard their eyes, their ears, their tongues, or their hearts, and didn’t so much fall into sin as cannonball into it.

You can’t tell me you never intended to go for a swim in the ocean if you drove a thousand miles to get there for the explicit purpose of going for a swim. You didn’t just make one conscious choice to go to the beach; there were multiple choices, strung together that brought you from the middle of Kansas to the shores of the Pacific or Atlantic.

You called in sick to work, gassed up the Pinto, packed your swim trunks, stopped to get some SPF 50 sunscreen, pointed the car in the direction you wanted to go, and floored it. But that was never your intention, though? You never thought in a million years that if you kept driving toward the ocean, you’d reach the ocean, and once you reached the ocean, you’d dip your toe in? Then once you dipped your toe in, well, you were already wearing your trunks; it would be a shame to waste the opportunity, wouldn’t it?

Once temptation worms its way into a heart, once it makes it past the eyes that ought to be the sentinels and guardsmen of the temple, the rationalization is inevitable and begins in earnest. Well, they invited me to this place I know I shouldn’t go to, but it would be rude of me to brush them off. We all have to make an effort to fit in; God knows my heart, I’ll go, but I won’t enjoy it. Okay, I’ll enjoy it a little bit, but not too much. I find myself enjoying it more than I should, but I’ll repent of it later.

I know what’s on the screen isn’t appropriate, nor beneficial to my spiritual man, but I’m halfway through the movie already, and it would be a shame not to know how it ends. Maybe I’ll just close one eye until the inappropriateness passes.

I know she knows I’m married; she sees the ring on my finger. Why is she in my personal space, laughing so much harder than my joke about chickens wearing sombreros warrants? I wouldn’t want to give offense; I’ll just play along.

All the denunciations, the halfhearted apologies, the excuses, the justifications, the shame brought upon the household of faith, and the inevitable broken families and ruined testimony could have been avoided had the individual in question guarded their eyes, made a covenant with them as Job did, and resisted the proffered temptation before it became their downfall.

What such individuals seem to forget is what Job so clearly declares: God sees their ways and counts all their steps. For good or ill, toward glory or shame, God sees our ways and counts all our steps.

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea, Jr.