The bouncer at a bar has a pretty important job. Policing who may enter. . . deciding who needs to leave . . . and monitoring dangerously escalating activities are of the utmost importance.
The success of the establishment depends on it and the life or death of the patrons could rest on how well that bouncer does his job.
“I’m gonna have to ask you to leave now”
“You don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here”
These are the common cries of the bouncer on duty. You see, just about anyone can enter a bar. But once you are identified as trouble . . . Well you need to move along. . .
I am the bouncer of the thoughts in my head. Or at least I should be. . . The wrong thought- like a well placed lie from the enemy – – or an idea about God that’s not true. . . If they hang around awhile and make a home in my mind, it’s the beginning of my undoing.
It’s easy to be tempted to let the wrong ones hang around. “God ruined your family” or “this is all your fault” or “do you really love a God that allows such pain” . . . Those are all thoughts that can seem good and feel right when you are badly wounded and worn thin. . . When those rose colored Glasses are dark gray at best. . .
That’s easier than praying with purpose, seeking real truth, and weighing words against scripture. But it doesn’t make an untruth true.
Sometimes I try on someone else’s clothes and they feel good. But that doesn’t make them mine.
Those thoughts came from the one who wants to destroy me. The one who wants to bring me far enough away from God that it doesn’t seem worth it to start heading back to Him.
And if THOSE thoughts from THAT source stay in my mind, they’ll soon plant in my heart. And then I am sunk in a pit. . . In a spirit that will remain unreconciled. . .
And it’s worse than the pain that brought me there to begin with. How is that even possible? Because pain with the Healer becomes peace with the heavens. Because pain with NO healer becomes a cancerous death.
Yes, I am the bouncer of the thoughts in my brain.
So all you crazy thoughts – if I sift you, weigh you, and measure against the truth of MY God and find you in agreement. . . Please stay. Grow. Protect me and insulate my spirit.
But if you are not in agreement. . . If you and my God are saying two very different things or if you are speaking ill of me. . . Or Him.
Then I’ll have to ask you to leave now. . .
I just can’t risk the trouble you’ll cause by hanging around.
Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.
Above all else, guard your heart,
for everything you do flows from it.