You are worthy, O Lord our God, to receive glory and honor and power. For you created all things, and they exist because you created what you pleased. [Revelation 4:11 (NLT)]
The words Soli Deo gloria, meaning “glory to God alone,” were the words at the end of the actor’s bio in the show’s playbill. The addition of those three words in his brief resume was the actor’s way of acknowledging the source of his talent and dedicating his work to God’s glory. I thought of those words when someone flattered me recently. While I knew “Glory to God alone,” was not the right response, I wasn’t sure what was.
John Stott said, “Flattery is like cigarette smoke. It does you no harm if you don’t inhale.” While we all take pleasure in compliments and praise, we must be careful not to let them inflate our egos. When appropriate, we should publicly acknowledge God’s part in our success but I’m pretty sure responses like “I’ve been blessed by God,” or “All glory to God!” to favorable remarks about our appearance, attire, possessions or achievements might do little to further His kingdom. Yet, stopping at a polite “thank you” seems to leave the Giver of all Gifts out of things entirely. How do we keep from inhaling that flattery?
Perhaps, after accepting a compliment with thanks, we should hand the praise off to God in silent prayer much as we hope our waiter does to the chef after we’ve complimented a delicious meal. Like a waiter, we just dish up what’s been given to us by the Creator of All Good Things. If our waiter accepts the praise but doesn’t pass along our compliments to the kitchen, he’s done the chef a disservice and in danger of thinking he’s the one responsible for the gourmet meal. If we fail to hand off the praise we’ve received to the one who gave us our gifts, we do God a disservice. We’re at risk of allowing flattery to make us think we’re the ones who should get the glory. Keeping that praise to ourselves makes us bigger and God smaller when it definitely should be the other way around.
Heavenly Father, thank you for all the beautiful things you’ve cooked up for us in your heavenly kitchen. As we share them with the people around us, let us never forget that we are just the servers or channels for your many blessings; we neither made them nor are they ours to keep. Soli Deo gloria—glory to God alone!
“I’ve never seen eye to eye with Mary since we were neighbors,” said the woman harshly. Her statement begged us to ask, “Why?” The woman beside her, however, refused the invitation with the comment, “Well, we can’t get along with everyone!” and promptly changed the subject. Gossip was avoided that time but it’s not always so easy; the line between conversation and gossip is a fuzzy one at best.
Years ago I took a short class in genealogy research. One of the first things told to us was that we were obligated to share any information we discovered with the rest of the genealogy community. Genealogy research depends on the results of other people’s searches of sources like birth and death records, cemeteries, census results and newspapers. We simply owe it to those who led us to our findings to share our knowledge with those who follow in our footsteps. I thought of that class as I wrote yesterday’s devotion about offering thanks.
We should thank God in all things and we’re blessed by God when we do. An attitude of gratitude invites His presence into our lives and focuses our attention on Him rather than our circumstances. It leaves no room for complaint, transforms anxiety into peace, strengthens our witness, and reminds us who is the giver of all gifts. An attitude of gratitude, however, does something more. It not only opens the door for continued blessings from God but from people as well. Good things happen to us when we have a thankful heart.
I emailed a friend to ask about her winter and got one of those bad news/good news answers! Her husband suffered a compression fracture in his back, had a heart attack, and underwent surgery. A blizzard then deposited ten-inches of snow in their driveway! The good news was that my friend was blessed by a young man who volunteered to shovel their snow all winter as his “outreach to the elderly.” While I was struck by the man’s kindness, what really disconcerted me was that my friends and I have apparently moved into what is considered the realm of the elderly!
Returning from our walk at the park, we saw people at the RecPlex Center setting up for an event with a dais, tables and chairs. A woman was placing a sign that pictured a dog and the words “BARK-A-CUE” in bold red letters. My husband lightheartedly asked, “Are you going to grill some dogs?” In a snarl worthy of a Doberman, she replied, “No dogs!” and sped away faster than a Greyhound! As we walked to our car, we looked more closely at another sign; in small print were the words “Guardian Angels Medical Service Dogs,” a worthy cause indeed.