June 1, 2007

Hebrews 12:16

“[See to it…] that there be no immoral or godless person like Esau, who sold his own birthright for a single meal.”

Trading eternity's pleasures to quench today’s appetite is a poor investment. Do we hear the warning from Esau’s error? Esau came home famished from his labor of the day, and could see no value in tomorrow’s inheritance if he had no strength to make it through today. His weariness clouded his discernment and he chose the temporal pleasure over the generational inheritance, so he indulged his immediate appetite and despised his birthright.

Are you weary artist? In your weariness, do you entertain offers of extortion in hopes to meet your pressing hunger, or do you turn to God who knows and made your frame and is able to satisfy your belly, with or without food, as He deems best? Your Father has a banqueting table unlike any you’ve ever dreamed of. Is He not able to make sure you live, or die, to occupy your reserved seat? Sure He is. And no trial or Jacob-in-sheep’s-clothing can swindle from Him your seat.

What if your carriage to His Majesty’s banquet is named “Famine,” would you decline the escort and thereby forfeit the eternal feast? Strengthen your hand and see to it that you hold firmly, by faith, to the grace of God! His grace is sufficient for your every need. He knows what we need better than we do and so “He disciplines us for our good, that we may share in His holiness” (Heb. 12:10). The one who is faithful to the end will be welcomed to His table to dine alongside other “men of whom the world was not worthy” (Hebrews 11:38).

Artists, see to it that there be no immorality or godlessness in you, robbing you of your blessing in Christ. See to it that you do not put your hope for satisfaction in the temporal ways that the world embraces and regards artistic pleasures. God has given us all things to enjoy, so know His pleasure in your faithful artistic labors and enjoyment. Turn no ear to the whispers of fleshly appetites. There will be a time when repentance will not be found, though you seek it with tears.

Jason Harms


© 2007 The Gaius Project