I would be mortified if others knew exactly what I was thinking. If the images of my mind were projected on the wide-screen for all to see, I would be more than just a little embarrassed. If I imagine myself as an ancient city, the wall around the city is what I project to the outside world. I welcome friends through the proper gate into the town square where I present entertaining shows and engage in inspirational conversation. Only trusted friends receive an invitation to my personal residence where they may observe how I actually live.
There is a room in my imaginary home no one is invited to enter. I call it the “dark” room and I try never to go in there myself. In this “chamber of… idolatrous images” hangs pictures of lust and greed. It is decorated with idols of jealousy and selfish ambition. People I despise are imprisoned there. I am ashamed of this room and tightly lock the door. Though it beckons me relentlessly, I try to forget its existence. I’m afraid of this room. It’s very dark in there.
Reminds me of Ezekiel 8.7-10a, 12... “He said to me, ‘Do you see, son of man, what the elders of the house of Israel are doing in the dark, each in the chamber of his idolatrous images?
