God asks a courtroom question today: is there any God besides me? Then He answers it Himself: no, I know not one. The idols get subpoenaed and fail to appear.

Half of Isaiah's comfort is demolition, clearing out the rivals that could never hold you so the One who can gets the whole grip. Read today letting some of yours get named out loud.

The idol satire is uncomfortably transferable. Nobody today carves dinner-log gods, but everyone warms themselves at something and then asks it for salvation, career, approval, security, a person. Isaiah's question travels: is this thing in my right hand not a lie?

The alternative is not empty hands but a filled comprehension. Paul prays you would grasp four dimensions of a love that outruns measurement, wide, long, high, deep. Idols are what people cling to when they have not yet measured that love for themselves. Spend today measuring, and watch your grip on the substitutes loosen on its own.