“Don’t Poke Me!”


My best friend used to poke me in the chest with his finger and it made me so mad I could have slugged him. I’d yell, “Don’t poke me!”. I began to ask myself why it bothered me so much to poked in the chest and came to this conclusion. As I grew up when my dad did not like what I was doing or had issue with me he would narrow in on my chest with his big strong fingers and thump me in the chest. It hurt. Both physical pain and the mental pain that goes along with not meeting the standards of the one you loved the most. It was a negative experience that upset me. It was locked in my subconscious.
Proverbs 1:7 declares; “The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge;” As with my father what I believe today is that the “fear” described here is the same kind of honor that drove me to want to please my dad and upset me when I fell short. It is the kind of thing that Christ Followers need to drive into their subconscious so that it will lead them to repentance. It is one thing to confess your sin, admit you have not measured up. It is another to repent, to move in a different direction, to make your actions measure up to the one you love. Fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge.

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