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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