18 July 2016

Satisfaction - Never

Greetings Dear Reader,

Some thirsts can never be satisfied.  They crave and want and cry for more.  Some hunger can never be filled.  We all have these hollow places in us.  We want things that only make us want more.

We damage ourselves and others in these pursuits.  Depending on our power and position we damage ourselves or the world.  We can harm our own health and life or we may cause a war.  Each siren call for that we crave is a moment of choice.

I have hunger in me that cannot be satisfied.  In following Christ I find the will and power to stay hungry without starving.  I do not wish to push the metaphor too far.  I do want the image to be clear.  Following Christ does not guarantee the absence of selfish hunger or desire.  It doe promise the strength to do what is right out of love and grace. 

There are things I have “tried” that have left me with the desire for more.  I know in one sample that these things are wrong but the temptation is always there.  I know what is right and sometimes hunger to avoid it.  At the recently revived parable reminds us, it is the hunger I feed that grows stronger.

Every moment is a choice.  The choice is mine to do good or not.  Christ will give me both the will and the power to resist the hungers that cannot satisfy.  He will also provide sustenance for those genuine hungers that go unmet.  It is in Christ alone that find the power to choose the right side of every costly bargain.


The Lion’s Share – Dan Fogelberg

Grand slam, your moment's at hand
The day holds a costly bargain
Lost lamb asking the lion's share

Homespun, a prodigal son
Comes begging a humble pardon
But no one rises to hear his prayer

Lone star, you've wandered so far
And long in the unfamiliar
That now you travel a map unknown

Star bright, a constant delight
To those in the dark and still your
Birthright's to shine in the night alone

Living in the shadows
Of the things that might have been
Torn between the blessing and the curse

You may starve the hunger
But you'll never slake the thirst
For the nectar you remember
But you'll never taste again

Nonesuch, your Midas' touch
Has gilded your heart and left you
So much playing the prince of clowns

Hell-bent, empty and spent
Just look what your gamble's got you
Exiled, far from the sacred grounds

Living in the shadows
Of the things that might have been
Torn between the blessing and the curse

You may stop the hunger
But you'll never slake the thirst
For the nectar you remember
But you'll never taste again

Grand slam, your moment's at hand
The day holds a costly bargain
Lost lamb asking the lion's share

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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