Man’s Empty Praise

Okay, I admit it. My flesh loves the praise of man. “Great sermon, pastor!” Although I rarely hear that, I can live on that kind of praise for days, sometimes weeks. The truth is, we all can. It might not be the praise of a sermon, but of your appearance, or performance on an exam, or commendation at a sales meeting or a teacher’s conference. The point is that we love the praise of men. The problem is that to crave that praise is to make that praise my gospel, my hope and my salvation—my righteousness. However, this past Sunday at Creekstone, we sang a familiar hymn that challenges such idolatry, prompting us to confess, in light of the gospel:

Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise,
Thou mine Inheritance, now and always:
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art.

Yes, that is what I long to believe and embrace. That my righteousness—my wealth and glory—is found only in the riches of God’s grace to me in Jesus. He is my Ineritance, my Lord, my Savior, and my Treasure!

What if I could really live like that? Not needing the “empty” praise of man? Wow… what amazing, life transformative freedom! Hey Creekstone, let’s purse this together!