At age 8, I was in second grade, playing tag at recess and freezing popsicles to my tongue after lunch. At 8, Josiah was made king. Yes, I’m pulling the skin off my tongue with a popsicle and Josiah is sitting on the throne with a scepter.

At 16, I just wanted a car. And got one: Matchbox. At 16, Josiah started seeking the God of his ancestor, David. I want to go cruising and Josiah is on the verge of national revival.

At 20, all I wanted was to marry the most beautiful girl I’d ever met. I did. And still am. At 20, Josiah started purging the kingdom of idols and altars to false gods. I’m honeymooning at Disney World and Josiah is dealing a blow to the forces of Satan.

Now, we’re not all Josiah. In fact, I don’t know any of us who are destined to be king of anything anytime soon.

But, you don’t have to be a particular age or have a kingdom to seek God and tear down idols. You just have to seek him, humbly and diligently, and keep tearing down the idols that your idol making heart keeps erecting.

Being a Christian isn’t about being a superhero for God, but about being submitted to God.