I read something in a book the other day that keeps coming back to me. From fellow writer and pilgrim C.S. Lewis:
It would seem that our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.
Most of the time I consider my desires or aspirations too great, that I am asking too much, dreaming too big. I fear sometimes that my resolve toward a greater sense of purpose is a selfish dissatisfaction. But perhaps I've been wrong. Maybe it's just that what I imagine is too small, my desires too weak. Am I far too easily pleased?
I do think there is a difference between a human desire or a thoughtless dissatisfaction and a spiritual longing. The desires that our Lord finds too weak are the ones rooted in who he created us to be, the ones that bring us infinite joy and a life of wholeness. I am constantly challenged by the need to check my humility and reposition my hunger toward the One who wants to give us the moon.
Infinite joy. I hardly know what to make of that. But I guess my prayer would be that God would grant me the vision to see what he sees, to imagine the holiday at sea.
I want to live a life so rich with wonder that this story cannot help but bespeak a Maker who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine.