“You shall not do according to all that we are doing here today, everyone doing whatever is right in his own eyes, for you have not as yet come to the rest and to the inheritance that the LORD your God is giving you . . . Be careful to obey all these words that I command you, that it may go well with you and with your children after you forever, when you do what is good and right in the sight of the LORD your God.” (Deut. 12:8-9; 28)
God is rightfully jealous. From the beginning and throughout redemptive history, God’s pleasures have ultimately been in his delight in being God. If God were not jealous to make himself known and be glorified in all things, he would be an idolater. John Piper says that “God is most glorified in us when we are most satisfied in him” (good stuff). It’s important that we “be careful to obey all these words” that he commands us, because he alone is the Lord and above him, there is no other. And more, when we do what is good and right in his sight, it may go well for us and our children.
Though I’m too often unfaithful, bending God’s righteous laws to suit my deceitful heart, “hanging ropes will never keep you and your love of a jealous kind.” Christ, subject me to grace and swift discipline so that I may mature and live out the gospel . . .
Jealous Kind by Jars of Clay (Who We Are Instead, 2003)
I built another temple to a stranger.
I gave away my heart to the rushing wind.
I set my course to run right into danger;
Sought the company of fools instead of friends.
You know I’ve been unfaithful,
Lovers in line,
While you’re turning over tables,
With the rage of a jealous kind.
I chose the gallows to the aisle,
Thought that love would never find,
Hanging ropes will never keep you,
And your love of a jealous kind.
Love of a jealous kind.
Tryin’ to jump away from rock that keeps on spreading,
For solace in the shift of the sinking sand.
I’d rather feel the pain all too familiar,
Then be broken by a lover I don’t understand,
‘Cause I don’t understand.
One hundred other lovers, more, one hundred other altars,
If I should slow my pace and finally subject me to grace;
And love that shames the wise, betrays the heart’s deceit and lies,
And breaks the back of foolish pride.