Let’s not waste anymore time; you are far too precious for that. Your soul was handcrafted by a Being so full of love and passion, that should you see him, your heart would burst out of its cage, like an uncontainable animal. He is everything that you were made for and nothing else can keep you going.
The more we enjoy God, the more enjoyable we find him to be and the more of him we find there is to enjoy. We find that our enjoyment of him has no limits because he is infinitely able to satisfy us. In every mouthful, we unlock an ocean more.
In contrast, the more we consume of this world, the less enjoyable we find it to be and the less there is to enjoy of it. It actually deadens us, consumes us, and vanquishes us. Every mouthful of this world leads to less satisfaction, not more—like a tongue full of sand.
Is this not your experience? All of us have experienced the deadening effects of this world. You can never get enough, you are always restless, and you’re never happy with your portion. It always seems so big in your eyes, but it’s like a crumb in your belly, leaving you ravenous for more.
The opposite is true of God: just a crumb of God in your eyes is like several loaves in your stomach. Just a taste of his infinite nature, goodness, and love, is an ocean of satisfaction.
If the table that you’ve been dining at continues to give you leftovers, crumbs and crusts from another meal, then have the courage to stand up and change tables. You need to find your place at the Lord’s table, where God himself is the Waiter, serving us the very food that he designed us to consume. Most everything around us is designed to run on a certain kind of fuel, so what makes us think that we’re any different?
Our assumption is that if we push God to the edges of our lives, then we’ll be free to have more happiness, love, enjoyment, etc. We think our lives will be more satisfying. But those who have been jaded by this world know differently. Every bite of this world has been an unsatisfying disaster.
Let’s not waste anymore time; you are far too precious for that.
© Samuel Kee, 2012