Fake Fake Fake

We live in a world of fake everything.  There is fake news, fake food, and fake personalities.  There is fake hair, fake teeth, fake boobs, fake nails, fake wood, fake glass, fake fur, fake grass, and fake religion just to name a few.  There is even fake outrage and fake anger!  I can’t remember such a time where so much of our world is manufactured and fake!  The other day I saw one of the expensive department stores is selling fake blue jeans that are ripped, faded, and full of dirty stains.  The television announcer said it was the ruin of authentic work when we stoop so low that we buy jeans that make us look like we are working hard when we are actually not working at all.  The rich want to copy the working class and the working class wants to copy the rich and the world goes on and on being fake when it seems to me it would be so much better to be authentic!  Oh brother!

I live in the middle of Nebraska and believe me when I tell you that most people here are for the most part not fake.  People here work hard and you can see it in their style of clothing as well as weather-worn skin.  I like that about living here.  We are authentic!  We think about the world and see it for what it really is; a manufactured fake world that tells lies and deceives many.  Out here we have real sunshine and not fake light.  We have real stars and not fake lights trying to resemble stars.  Out here we know where beef comes from and many actually raise cattle to sell.  We know where eggs come from and know the difference in taste from a store-bought egg and a home-grown egg.  We eat real food often grown in our own gardens or bought locally.  We breathe clean air and drink real water and don’t have to rely upon bottled water.  We smile and wave at nearly everyone and always remember to hold the door for the elderly or those with their hands full or disabled.  We speak clearly and mean what we say.  We drive on dusty country roads and work for a living and give God thanks for His many blessings, even if we don’t always go to church.  We love our country and we love our families and we love God!  I bet wherever you live that you also can relate to what I am saying.  Unless you live in a metro city you know what I am talking about.  Most of my state is rural and is surrounded by states that are rural.  I like living here but for so many different reasons.  Mostly though, I like living here because it is a peaceful and authentic life.  So often I marvel at the beauty around me and praise God just as David did so long ago.

 O LORD, our Lord, How majestic is Your name in all the earth, Who have displayed Your splendor above the heavens!

From the mouth of infants and nursing babes You have established strength Because of Your adversaries, To make the enemy and the revengeful cease.

When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers, The moon and the stars, which You have ordained; What is man that You take thought of him, And the son of man that You care for him?

 Yet You have made him a little lower than God, And You crown him with glory and majesty!

You make him to rule over the works of Your hands; You have put all things under his feet, All sheep and oxen, And also the beasts of the field, The birds of the heavens and the fish of the sea, Whatever passes through the paths of the seas.

O LORD, our Lord, How majestic is Your name in all the earth!  Psalm 8:1-9, (New American Standard Bible or NASB).

There is nothing fake about this praise in what God has done.  We can go to Las Vegas or Macau, or Monte Carlo and see glitz but going to the Grand Canyon or the Swiss Alps is so much more authentic because we know it wasn’t humans that built that beauty, only God could build such grandeur.  We can fill our home with all kinds of beautiful things but there is nothing more beautiful than seeing a baby being nursed by his mother.  There is nothing more beautiful than a Nebraska sunrise or sunset.  No work of humans can make such beauty.  We can paint it or take photos of it but nothing really captures the beauty of those first few moments when the sun is rising or setting.  It is during such a time that I am reminded that God is authentic and in control of this world.  It’s easy to forget this fact so maybe that is why we get to have the beauty of a sunrise and sunset every day!  It is God’s way of reminding us that He is here and will take care of us if we just remember to ask Him to.  I love the fact that no matter how clever an artist is they cannot create anything that even begins to rival what God has created.  I love the fact that God is so authentic and never fake.  If we only look for God we will find Him all around us.

 For the wrath of God is revealed from heaven against all ungodliness and unrighteousness of men who suppress the truth in unrighteousness, because that which is known about God is evident within them; for God made it evident to them.  For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes, His eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly seen, being understood through what has been made, so that they are without excuse.  Romans 1:18-20, (NASB).

Now that is authentic!  Nothing about God is fake.  Nothing about Jesus is fake.  Nothing about the Holy Spirit is fake.  Nothing!  Maybe living in Nebraska has been a blessing for me because I see clearly and authentically God all around me.  I hope you can see the difference between fakeness and authenticity.  Let’s strive to live authentically and show God to those around us every minute of every day!  God does!

Until next time…Katherine



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