December 20, 2012

“Man in his pomp will not remain; he is like the beasts that perish.” Psalm 49:12

51XDTE5ET4L__SL500_AA300_The other day I took my kids into the “big city” to finish up our Christmas shopping.  I am a sucker for coffee table books so I had to linger in one store over a wonderful book on castles and fortresses.  The photography was excellent and I was momentarily transported to a time of grandeur and pomp.  I was nudged back to my warehouse reality by the bustling of the crowd and the urgency of youth to do anything but look at coffee table books.

My mind returned to those castles on our drive home through the daze that Christmas shopping elicits.  I contemplated the reality that those impressive structures of wealth and power had been someone’s home.  They had been home to people of importance, influence, and maybe even reverence or fear. They were constructed as a statement about the owner. However, that statement is now lost because I do not know nor care about any of the owners. I wonder how long it took for their memories to fade.

Each and every one of those “great” men, who built these structures of which I still marvel, had surrounded themselves with their pomp. Each and every one of them are gone; they have gone the way of every beast and perished. I wonder where they are now.  Their pomp stripped away and assumed by another in an endless cycle. It is a cycle that reminds me of the roosters that we have had in our chicken coop.

RoosterSF1All our farm animals, roosters have pomp.

They strut in all of their perceived chicken brilliance. They ruffle their colorful feathers. They perform the cockerel “waltz”.  They stick out their chests and parade around their domain in complete pomp and circumstance. However, they have no understanding of where their food or water comes from. They are ignorant about how the concrete floor of their coop was built. They cannot appreciate the protection given to them every moment of every day by these entities only vaguely perceived on the periphery of their reality.

Yet, they strut.

They are oblivious to chemistry, physics, calculus, medicine, philosophy, language, art, music; all are a mystery beyond their feeble brains. They cannot comprehend cities, skyscrapers, cars, cell phones, computers, microwaves, airplanes, space travel, planets, stars, galaxies …

Yet, they strut.

They even have the audacity to challenge those who sustain them. They charge the ones who care for them, flapping their wings and extending their talons. They don’t understand the speed at which they can become the main ingredient in a casserole. They do not realize the brevity of their life.

Yet, they strut.

They do not realize that the value of their life is equivalent to a flavored latte.


We have the tendency to live our lives more like these roosters than we may care to admit. We can surround ourselves with so much pomp and circumstance, completely unmindful of all the mysteries sustaining us. Most of the time we don’t even know the right questions to ask.

I shock myself at how easily I can become consumed with the importance of my own “little coop”. I can strut around in my pomp – reveling in my self-perceived importance – offended by those who don’t esteem me as they should. I have even had the audacity of making demands of the One who sustains me. I have been disappointed that he has not cared for me according to my plan as if I understand the mysteries of the universe better than its architect and creator.

“This is the path of those who have foolish confidence;…” Psalm 49:13

This world is populated with those strutting along the path of foolish confidence insensible to the glorious mysteries all around them.

As brilliant as any rooster may be, it is still a chicken.

As brilliant as any man or woman may be, they are still human.

No matter what great structure they build, no matter what achievements they may obtain, they are still created men.

Man is mere man, but God is God.  May we remember that the next time we are inclined to do a little strutting.

May we humble ourselves and worship him for he is due all our praise.

PRAYER: Father – Thank you for all of the grace and mercy that you have shown me. Thank you for sustaining me in ways that I am not even aware.  Lord, forgive me of my foolish confidence. Forgive me of so quickly reverting back to a “coop” mindset. Forgive me for setting my mind on the things of this world and on my own flesh. Father, help me to set my eyes on you in all things – help me to set my mind on the things of the Spirit and to place all of my confidence in you.    Amen


  1. Thank you for this awesome prayer, again The Lord has given me just what I need through you and the visual of how we compare as human beings trying to tell God what HE should do. My prayer for myself is, “Lord, help me to tuck my strutted feathers down where they need to be and bow my head before YOU Lord, My Creator!” I had heard it said, that when Angel’s, God’s Messengers, bow before HIM, they bring their wings down and drape them over their legs and feet and lower their head, so that they are covered in all of humility before HIM!!! Blessings on your day and your ministry!!!

    • Amen! I am so happy that the Lord used these words to encourage you.
      Merry Christmas!

  2. Love your analogy of the rooster to pride. It really drives the point home!

  3. I love analogies. It helps to create a visualization to a concept and drives the point home!

    • I am so glad it made sense. Something the analogies in my head don’t make sense to anyone else:) Thanks for visiting my blog!

  4. I just had to comment on this. This is the very same analogy we have been making lately as we think about some of the life situations we see. We all need to seriously watch over our hearts and minds. I do enjoy stopping by every day. Thank you for sharing.


  5. Your posts are beautifully written and very thought provoking . God bless you for sharing.

    • Thank you for the kind words. I appreciate the encouragement.
      God Bless!

  6. Amen

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