Good Morning Wednesday, nice to meet you. There will be approximately 52 Wednesdays I can say that to, between now and this time next year. There has to be something more than these twelve months to give me joy. Like every good sermon, every good joke, every classic story, all things beautiful, a new successful year fails if it is the end of my desire. It has to start and end with the everlasting. If not, the middle bog will swallow my feet and slow me to a stop, drag me under and suffocate me in discontentment.
Our hearts cry out for immortality because it can be found. It’s not a sick joke.
Everything entertaining, interesting, mind-boggling, visually enticing, audibly euphoric or fascinating must give me a sense that there is more left to it, for me to fully enjoy it. We must know that the thing we are engaging in holds out more and more promise, or we will leave wanting our time back. That is why all things must be seen as a reflection of a higher, wider, deeper beauty; something everlasting.
A preacher once taught that there was no “when” when God created time. He’s not bound by it. If the great and bright things of earth leave us calling out for more, then we know they have reflected God. He is the substance of all the shadows of this world, and with him all desire is met in thirst-quenching satisfaction.
I’m making this an everlasting year. When it ends on a Wednesday, a year from now at midnight, I want to say that I flew over the quicksand of this temporary place on the back of everlasting.
Psalm 90:2 “Before the mountains were born, Or You gave birth to the earth and the world, Even from everlasting to everlasting, you are God.”
Psalm 116:13 “I shall lift up the cup of salvation and call upon the Lord.”
Amy DeBurgh is the wife of her favorite preacher. She lives in the great state of Wisconsin with her husband and three big kids who are the joy and adventure of her life.
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