“See to it that no one takes you captive
through philosophy and empty deceit, according to human tradition, according to
the elemental spirits of the universe, and not according to Christ. For in him
the whole fullness of deity dwells bodily, and you have come to fullness in
him, who is the head of every ruler and authority.”
- Colossians 2:8-10
I
have wracked my memory for details of the first time I saw it. I have looked
everywhere I can imagine, but it somehow still evades me. It is my white whale,
so elusive that I sometimes question whether it’s even real. My quest for it
seems endless, the search a Sisyphean task. What is this Holy Grail I seek? A
garlic parmesan chicken wing recipe.
I
should explain. While I have virtually no cooking talent, I do have one
specialty in the kitchen that I occasionally use to wow friends and family, and
that’s homemade buffalo wings. I’ve been making them since high school and, at
the risk of bragging, the reviews have been universally positive. The one complaint
from my family early on was that there wasn’t enough variety—my dad and I would
only make two kinds of wings, buffalo and teriyaki. So one night, aiming to
please, I got online and found a random garlic parmesan wing recipe that looked
good and we added those to the mix.
If
Wing Stop’s CEO had come to our house that night, he might have written his
resignation letter on the spot; the wings were that good. The new flavor was a
hit, and I was commanded by the rest of the family to make it a staple from then
on. Proud of nailing it on the first try, I promised to save the recipe.
But
I didn’t keep my promise. The next time I made wings, I went online looking for
that recipe, but nothing Google turned up looked quite right. I could picture
what the webpage’s layout looked like, could remember certain ingredients it
called for, but for the life of me I couldn’t find the recipe. After over an
hour searching in vain, I finally settled for another recipe that looked
similar. The results were…fine. But to this day, every time I make wings I
start the cooking process on Google, hoping that maybe this time I’ll find that
magical recipe.
Sometimes
alternatives just don’t measure up to the real thing. In our world, you don’t
have to look far for an alternative to the life that Christ offers—you can seek
fulfillment through your career, peace through financial security, and truth
through self-help, to name a few. There are a host of different avenues that
promise to make you happier than you’ve ever been, healthier than you’ve ever
been, even more ‘spiritual’ than you’ve ever been.
But
ultimately, these alternatives reveal themselves to be what Colossians 2:8
calls “empty deceit.” They may satisfy in the moment, but they do not measure
up to the fullness that comes only through Christ, because eventually they
reveal themselves to be little more than cheap substitutes. Only Jesus is the
Way, the Truth, and the Life; only he can offer the life God intends and the
salvation God promises.
It
is easy to become deceived and led astray by this world’s many alternatives to
Christ. In the face of these distractions, may you devote yourself to the one
in whom the fullness of God dwells, seeking to come to fullness in him—because
there are sometimes when you can accept no substitutes.
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