For years I had an old, lime green, International Truck. It had a splintered windshield, a primer brown door, and rust on every surface. And the engine belched plumes of smoke while the holey mufflers roared. Ugly.
Yet, I hung onto it. It pulled trailers. It plowed through snow. It went off road. It went anywhere.
Sure, I was lured by the shiny Dodge pickup at the dealer. My lust for the new and flashy continually tested my satisfaction for the old and functional.
When Samuel chose the family of Jesse from which to select the King of Israel, the proud father marched all his handsome sons in front of the priest. Yet it was the “ruddy boy,” David, tending sheep who was ultimately picked by God.
“Take no notice of his appearance…God does not see as men see; man looks at appearances but God looks at the heart.”
This is the most frightening verse in Scripture. All the adornment, all the face-saving, all the puffed up pride is invisible to God.
He sees my heart.
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