For the love of money is the root of all evil; which while some coveted after, they have erred from the faith, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows. But thou, O man of God, flee these things; and follow after righteousness, godliness, faith, love and patience, meekness. Fight the good fight of faith, lay hold on eternal life, whereunto thou art also called, and hast professed a good profession before many witnesses. 1 Timothy 6:10-12
Our weekly Christian devotional
“Skylar on stage next.”
“Can’t he see that I’m with a customer?” Dragging my feet across the stage, I turn towards the DJ booth. I want to be sure that he can see the angry scowl etched on my face.
Eager to recover my financial loss, I scan the edges of the stage. Unfortunately, there’s only two men watching my show.
“Great.” Lazily, I swing my heel around the brass pole.
The rest of the diminishing crowd was either occupied with their favorite dancer or placing a drink order for last call. The DJ sees my misery and cranks the music louder trying to keep the guys by the stage awake.One customer responds to his obvious ploy. Fumbling for the wallet in his back pocket, he never drops his eyes from my cleavage.
I move closer to him, ready to unfasten my loosely draped dress. We both have a look of hunger in our eyes; his is for a glance at my naked body. Mine is for a chance to rape this stranger’s wallet. But, my Lucite heels stop clicking across the stage as soon as I see…
That he’s only holding a single dollar bill. My mind quickly calculates that isn’t the big spender that I was hoping would fall in love with me (at least until the end of the night).
“Well, then, I won’t be spending any time with you.” Turning quickly, the edges of my sequin dress float up; giving him a final tease of what he will be missing out on.
Quickly, I recalibrate my focus. I’ve got my sights set on the opposite end of the stage. Our gazes meet.
This man’s expression is vastly different from the last. His dark eyes are sad; as if this seedy club is the last place he wants to be. Just for that, I feel like I can relate to him.
“At least I don’t have to fake a smile.” I think to myself.
As I draw closer towards the stranger, the colored stage lights hit his face. Something glistens off his cheek. I move closer, intrigued.
His kind eyes pierce right through me. And, not in the seedy way that I’ve grown so accustomed to. He looks at me as if he doesn’t even notice the provocative clothes that I’m wearing. It’s as if this stranger has known me my whole life. The glistening speck rolls down his cheek; his eyes never break contact with mine. Time stands still as it begins to hit me just who this stranger is…
He used to be my best friend. I used to pray to Him when I was scared, or lonely. I used to come to Him when I had a bad day or even a good one. There was a time long ago when I called Him my Lord, my King, my—everything.
“But…I had to grow up.” My mind reels defensively, because for some reason I just know that He can read it. Automatically, my hands touch the diamond cross dangling from my neck, as if wearing this symbol were actual proof of my love.
He sits in silence, those big brown eyes filling up like glassy pools of love and sorrow.
The music thumps even louder and the customer at the other end of the stage is now energetically waving a twenty dollar bill. Glancing at the cash, my greedy instinct seems to kick my heels in his direction. In just a split second, I find myself turning my back on my dearest friend.
After collecting my tip, I turn to face Him. He is gone.
For years I worked as an exotic dancer. I had no problem telling people that I loved God. But the truth was: I was deeply in love with myself.
Nothing in my life reflected any fear of God, respect for Him or honor for the things that were dear to Him.
Then, one day I got real with myself. The sad truth was: my actions spoke louder than my words.
Consider this: If I claimed to love my husband yet cheated on him every chance I could get, what would those actions say about my love? So, why should God expect any less from our relationships?
Is your heart so occupied with something other than God you’re missing out on the only relationship that’s eternal? Invest the moments of your life wisely, because it’s the only life you’ve got. There is no do-over.
“Dear Heavenly Father,
There was a time when I knew you well. I would pray to you and I would feel your presence.
But, then the cares of this life swept me away. I figured I wasn’t being practical by believing in you, praying to you and depending on you to actually provide for me. In this slight change of thinking, I veered very far off the path you had in mind for me.
Lord, forgive me for this. I’m so confused. I have no idea how I got so far away from you that I’ve even begun to question whether you exist or not. I know you are real, even though I haven’t felt your presence in a long time.
Lord, remind me of the times that you were there for me. Show me those moments that I have forgotten.
Now, Lord, show me the times where I have broken your heart. Let me feel the pain of your sorrow. I need to feel it.
I repent that I have turned from you, that I have hurt you. Set my eyes upon you, Lord. Help place my feet to begin walking in your direction. Show me my weakness and help me overcome them so I won’t ever get this far away from you again.
It is good to be washed by the blood of Jesus and it’s very good to be back home again, Lord.
I am your prodigal daughter/son. But that hasn’t made you love me any less. I receive your forgiveness and love. In Jesus’ name, because of His sacrifice, this moment is possible. Amen.”
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Author: Julia Shalom Jordan