Typically, when I think of idols, I immediately picture a golden calf or a carved statue. An idol is something silly people way back in the Old Testament foolishly invested in, mistaking a man-made god for the real deal. But as I watched Simon unapologetically shred several semi-talented young women tonight, the show’s title smacked me against the head. American “Idol”.

I think what we all know deep down, but routinely forget, is that idols are alive and well here in present day. It could be your job. It could be your hopes and dreams. It could be your favorite transgression. It could be the winner of a reality TV competition. A person, place, thing, or even idea. It’s whatever we place in the space intended for God. So, what’s your idol? And what are you going to do about it? Shred it like Simon, or continue to let it entertain and distract you? Phone lines are open America. Time to vote.

As for me, I need to take inventory and then action, because I’m afraid I have several idols at the moment.  Bet you do as well.