They say that everyone has a price.
That thought is enough to make me shake in my shoes.
I know it’s true. I’ve seen far stronger folks than myself sell out for fame and money and position. It’s very attractive to be known, admired, or respected. Even more so if you can be well-paid for it. But if God didn’t put you there…if you use your gifts as leverage to elevate yourself, it’s probably not going to end in peace for you. And even if He did, there’s still the minefield of the praise and approval of humans to navigate.
There is no wisdom, however, in thinking I’m safe to throw stones because I’m not famous, rich, or important in the systems of the world. I am untried in this area. I don’t know how I would handle those things. Or even just the offer of those things. I hope I would be responsible. I hope I would not waver in my allegiance to my King and His kingdom, and that the steadfastness that I intend now would translate to realized steadfastness then.
I’ve seen plenty of people prostitute their gifts, talents, callings, and anointings, people who never dreamed of such an outcome. I’ve seen pure seedlings grow into unruly choking vines climbing the walls by using hooks of entitlement. And I’ve seen open-hearted sweet servants transformed into Koolaide-drinking captives of tyrannical social systems and religious institutions.
I reckon that when you start climbing a ladder, it’s easy to forget to check out what sort of wall it’s leaning on.