I read Dr. Charles F. Stanley’s In Touch magazine six out of seven days.
The writings in his publication nourish, teach, calm, and enlighten me. The words and ideas satisfy my soul the way no other words and ideas ever have.
So, this bone I have to pick with a sentence in the 4/13/12 devotion must be the result of a misunderstanding on my part.
The sentence is this: “A hunger for God doesn’t usually just pop up in our hearts.”
I think the hunger for God doesn’t usually just pop up in our hearts. The hunger explodes, rumbles, plays ‘possum for a bit and then erupts, throbs. . . We seek relief. And many seek relief in whatever balm seems handy or attractive or easy.
The other day, I was sitting at a red light and read the bumper stickers on the car in front of me. The messages said things like, “I am pagan & proud.” “My other car is a broom.” The licence plate had the letters PAG ANZ.
My thought was, Poor soul. Her need for God led her in the wrong direction. Her heart has a big hole in it and she’s trying to plug it up with a broomstick. I prayed for her. The light turned green and off we went on our separate paths.
I think we are hardwired to seek God. I think – deep, deep, down – we know there’s something more than what is apparent on the surface of life. We ache to be reconnected to our creator.