Like the woman said of her husband, "For the last fifteen years my husband has worshipped money. He never had much of it, but that was his god." Is the "god of Plenty" raised at your house?

Maybe it's the god of Pride, the god of Who I am, the god of What I Have Done, the god of Self. I heard the other day they have a list of people who seemed to feel the best about themselves. That's really interesting. It's good to feel good about yourself. If you don't feel good about yourself, you can't feel good about anyone else. But, pride can get in the way if Christ isn't Lord, and many worship the god of Pride.

Some worship the god of Persons. The god of Persons can be a sweetheart, a mate, a child, another person, or another relationship, and that person becomes the god of our lives. And, like the tombstone, "Here lies - the child - she was the only child and her death made shipwreck of parents."

Charles Spurgeon, the great Baptist preacher, engaged to a lovely young lady, took her with him to a meeting. Hundreds of people had come. As they were waiting to get in, they were jostled apart and the crowd separated them. He made his way to the rostrum to preach, and after it was over, his pouting girlfriend said to him, "Charles, you brought me tonight, and yet you separated yourself from me, and I don't like it!" Charles Haddon Spurgeon said, "Darling, I want to tell you something. When I come to a great crowd where there are people to hear me preach, suddenly I'm overwhelmed with the awesome responsibility before God to preach the truth. And I think of nothing else but God in those moments." He said, "Maybe it's a good thing that this happened, because you're going to have to make a decision. Either you will play second place to God, or we'll not marry." And that girl had to choose that God was going to be God in her husband's life.

God says that to us today. "No other person must come before Me that becomes your idol: children, your mate, your parents, your best friend cannot be the idol. I'm the only God -- one true God."

Maybe it's pleasure you've bowed down to so long. You know the God of Pleasure. We in the U.S. know it. There is nothing wrong with a vacation; nothing wrong with the arena or the stadium; nothing wrong with the beach, the boat -- nothing wrong with these things that break the monotony of life. Thank God for them! But they can be worshipped. And when these gods take the place of the One True God, when the time they demand takes the place of God's time, when they take a person out of church, out of ministry, out of worship, out of service, they become a god. And God says, "No! You don't. I am God, not your pleasure."

Pleasure can be translated in other ways, such as sex. The goddess of sex is worshipped in the U.S. to the extent that broken homes, broken hearts and broken lives have been broken on her altar too frequently.

I talked to a young man recently -- strong, stalwart, nice-looking, healthy, in his late 20's, I would presume. He said to me, "Haven't I seen you before?" And I said, "Maybe." He said, "Aren't you a Baptist preacher?" I said, "Yes, I am" He said, "Are you ever on television?" I said, "Yes, I am." He said, "Are there any nice girls down there?" I said, "Yes, there are. Hundreds of them. Why don't you come on down?" He said, "Well, I want to come to church. I am not coming exactly to get a girl, but I want to tell you something, Preacher. I lost my first wife. I have a little boy and I want to have a happy home for him. I have found women that will drink, take drugs, shack up with you -- they will do everything."