This was originally posted on 7-1-2013
I bet you thought there were no prostitutes in America. There are more than you think.
[pros-ti-toot, -tyoot] Show IPA noun, verb, pros·ti·tut·ed, pros·ti·tut·ing.
“a person who willingly uses his or her talent or ability in a base and unworthy way, usually for money.”
Let that sink in.
My point? Invoking thought. Perhaps even reflection. And ultimately, a change of mind.
I like this definition because it states monetary gain as our sole or primary purpose or motivation is an unworthy way to utilize our talents and abilities. Yet, in our economy, it is idiotic, or at the very least a poor investment of time, to do something that does not have some associated monetary gain. Our culture is so geared toward the dollar bill that it drives us. We no longer choose careers based on passion or desire, and sometimes not even based on natural talents; we develop skills and pursue professions that yield the greatest return.
Where am I going with this? Check you motive. Most of you will get up in the morning and go to work. Why? Because Bill likes to get paid. Honestly, what is your motivation to work? Is it because the Bible says that if a man does not work, neither shall he eat? That would be a somewhat justifiable reason. Is it because you love your job and there isn’t a better way to spend that portion of your day? Is it because you are driven by purpose and that drive happens to take you to work?
Or is your only motivation money?
If so, by this definition, you are a prostitute.
But as Switchfoot said; “we were meant to live for so much more, have we lost ourselves?”I believe so. I believe the American dream has robbed us of our ability to dream for ourselves. I believe we’ve sold our souls to the highest bidder. I believe we are using our gifts and talents and abilities in a base and unworthy manner.
And here is the tricky part; some may read this and think; “If that’s the case, being a prostitute isn’t so bad.” This tells me that our level of conviction is waning. How is this tolerable? In Jesus’ day, they would stone a prostitute to death, for it was a shame to the entire community. That’s where we’ve lost it; in the pursuit of the American Dream, we’ve abandoned what’s best for the whole to chase after what’s best for the individual.
There are no maverick Christians. The Church is meant for our benefit, not God’s. God doesn’t need our tithe; He owns the cattle on a thousand hills. He doesn’t need our praise and worship and adoration; He has angels around His throne that never cease to shout; “Holy, Holy, Holy!” He doesn’t need our time, for He is outside of time. He doesn’t need our “Sunday’s best”; our righteousness is as filthy rags. Church is for us to help keep each other going.
I hear people all the time begging God to bless them when they don’t even realize they are cursing themselves. God is not going to fix the situation we continually break. That’s like asking God to supernaturally prevent heroin from affecting your body as you are shooting heroin into your arm. That’s completely asinine. We want God to bless out finances, but we are not allowing Him to direct the path we take to earn those finances. He has given us gifts and talents and abilities for us to use for His purpose. His purpose; not ours. And He’s not concerned with how much money we make. I’m fairly certain there in no commandment in the Bible saying that we are to keep up with the Jones’.
So we’ve got to ask ourselves a question; Are we going to operate in what He’s called us to be? Or are we going to continue being a prostitute? It requires a change of perspective, a change of mind, and a change of motive.