I think Brad Pitt has a lot to teach us about our relationship with God.
Would you be more proud of dating Brad Pitt than you are of your relationship with God?
Brad Pitt would not be my first choice for a celebrity crush. I flew my Team Aniston flag high and proud and have issues with his infidelity. Before you fly your Team Pitt flag just know that I saw the pictures of Brad and Angelina when they were on the Mr. & Mrs. Smith set and poor Jen was home in her Beverly Hills mansion drinking Cristal and doing yoga thinking everything was fine-even though she was okay with her husband acting out a physical relationship with Angelina for the movie…but that is besides the point. Our dear Jen was hurt. Anyway, he is not high on the list of guys that I would Google for latest info but I think he best makes my point. (if needed insert any celebrity crush where you see Brad Pitt’s name)
If you were dating Brad Pitt would you want the world to know? Wouldn’t you be proud of the fact that he picked you? Don’t you think you would call every mean girl you went to high school with and rub it in their faces that you are currently dating one of the wealthiest, most powerful and attractive men in the world? How awesome to be in the position that millions of women want to be in. You get to walk the red carpet, wear couture and have a closet full of Jimmy Choo’s (cause geez, your dating Brad Pitt, you no longer are shopping BOGO at Payless) Every move you make will be photographed by the paparazzi and will appear on the cover of every magazine in the free world…all because you are dating Brad Pitt. I’m thinking we would all be okay with it, even if just for awhile.
Imagine if we felt that way about our relationship with Christ. How is it that we would be fine letting the world know that we are dating a movie star but we are not that enthusiastic about letting the world know that we are in a relationship with Christ?
I love what Phillip Keller says in A Shepherds Looks at Psalm 23 when looking at the relationship between us and our maker “It links a lump of clay to divine destiny – it means a mere mortal becomes the cherished object of divine diligence”
Yes, we are the lump of clay. Some dude. Just the wife. Only the mom. The “nobody” chosen by the big star. We are also “a cherished object of divine diligence, with a divine destiny” already in place. I’m thinking that is way better than a tryst with Pitt, any day.
I am God’s chosen cherished object.
That thought completely ignites a blazing fire within and gives me a defined purpose and true worth. To imagine that God, maker of all things, the ultimate Emmy winner cares truly, madly and deeply about me should give me incredible confidence and reassurance.
Like if Pitt called up and said, “Hey babe, you’re the one. Get dressed were going to Robertson.” Do you not think for a second we would scream at the top of our lungs and proceed to call every girlfriend we know and tell them the news: “Brad Pitt chose me! He wants to be seen with me! Were. Going. To. The. Ivy!”
Christ has already made that call and We’re The One! How are we not shouting loudly and boldly “Look who chose me!!” “He wants me!” “He sent his son to cover my sin so I can live with him forever!” “Who needs Jimmy Choo”?
Sorta seems ridiculous to want to flaunt Brad and not flaunt God, huh?