When Pedestals Crumble
I have both put people on pedestals and sat upon them myself, placed there by others. We fashion pedestals and their human idols much in the same way the Israelites fashioned their golden calves; we gather our hopes, dreams, hurts and expectations like so many golden baubles and meld them together to form a high place of worship. Then we bow down.
When the noise of the crumbling reaches us in our prostration, we are confused and hurt, scared and questioning. As we watch our pedestals crumble, the simply human, mortal beings we placed there toppling down, we are wracked with disappointment, fear, and confusion. We have a choice in that moment of pain. We can gather the pieces and use them to create a replacement idol of bitterness, or we can turn to Jesus to meet whatever need we were demanding be met by a mere mortal. If we are the one falling through the air, having been exalted by another person, we may rejoice on the way down as we are reminded with a crash that we are limited, imperfect servants of the Most High God. He has never ruled upon a pedestal; He reigns upon an eternal throne that cannot be shaken and will never crumble.
All of us, mentored or mentoring, served or serving, loved or loving, are simply imperfect mortals in need of grace. Are you bowed before a throne or a pedestal today?