How many of you ever feel like “is this it, is this all there is”?
I feel this way almost every single day. Not because I want more stuff. I don’t need another car. I have no desire to get a boat. My house is plenty large enough, and my wife has decorated it to rival anything a professional interior decorator could do.
In truth, I have more than enough of everything.
Yet still I feel wholly unsatisfied, as though something is calling me to seek for that which is not from here. To commune with One far greater than I. To launch out and into the deep and discover who knows what.
Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me. Psalm 42:7
You have no idea how many times I’ve wished I could be like most people I meet up with, who seemingly just go through life without much care for things that are beyond the necessities of life.
For reasons that I’ve yet to completely uncover, God did not wire me this way. For some reason I care deeply about what matters most to God. Some say far too deeply, but I say how do you turn it off?
I care deeply about the Church, for example. I care that the church of Acts has all but disappeared from this planet. I care that expressing the love of Christ to those who are undone without him is now considered to be the job of the paid clergy.
I grieve that our pulpits are filled with people looking for a paycheck instead of a city whose builder and maker is God (Heb. 11:10). My heart breaks to see people who’ve been broken by sin come into God’s house and leave the same way they came.
I care deeply about the plight of children who are abused, exploited, and violated, oftentimes by adults who are charged with loving them and nurturing them into adulthood. Jesus said in Luke 18:16…
“But Jesus called them unto him, and said, Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God.”
My heart breaks upon hearing or reading of what our children are enduring at the hands of drug crazed parents. Just yesterday, I read where a mother was charged with selling her young daughter for $6,000 because they had no other way to get money to survive on.
“Suffer the little children” indeed.
I care deeply that millions will lose sleep and stand in line to buy a new TV, yet will not give a dollar to support a food bank or local missions outreach. Watching people trample one another to be among the first customers in the store is heartbreaking because I know there is a Savior wondering why they don’t run to Him with the same zeal.
The Apostle Paul said that he had learned to be content in whatever state, or condition he happened to be in at the time (Philippians 4:11). I suppose some would say that I should apply this to my own life. To be sure, so far as the things of this world go, I am very content.
It’s the things that are not of this world however that I long for more of.
Because there just has to be more.
Be blessed, in Jesus name