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What is it about being human that makes me so prone to forget the Truth of the Gospel? Why would I be so quick to leave my first love for something less worthy, something unable to fill the need, the longing, the desire and the yearning that only my Savior can completely fill? Christ is the only lover that is wild enough to tame my heart and perfect the emptiness we feel in this experience we call our lives.
Nothing else can fill this chasm created by my sin.
Not money, nor popularity, nor power, nor fame, nor lust, nor possessions, nor knowledge, nor companionship, nor acceptance of people, nor female companionship, nor sex, nor alcohol, nor drugs, nor coffee, nor traveling, nor temporary escape from reality in it’s many forms, nor the relaxing scent of a cigar on a summer evening while sitting on a back porch, nor the other myriad of possibilities I will continue to fill my heart with while trying to make sense of the things this ‘life’ has thrown my direction.
I know the Truth, I want to live the Truth — but do I want it more than this medley of options that I sometimes choose over the Truth? I want to want it more. I want to have the faith to believe this Truth that I am accepted. I am not only loved by my Savior, but he is even fond of me. My Savior, my Jesus, is actually fond of me. And besides that, he loves me with such a stubborn passion; more than anyone or anything can ever attempt to woo against. Can I believe that? I want to. Because the Gospel is supposedly ‘the Good News’. Ergo, if that is indeed true, I want to dedicate my life to that sort of Jesus — The real Savior, because if it’s all true like I hope. Than this is genuinely Good News. I pray that this Truth, this Way, permeates my being, and radically changes my heart.
