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*A Hunger for Jesus*
Repetition of “What are we looking for?”
Garden of Eden – tree of life – satisfaction.
The sights, sounds, tastes that stays with you.
A feeling of fullness and pleasure.
Sent out of the garden.
What happened to the tree?
Perhaps its fruit began to fall to the ground and rot.
The lush garden gave way to desert.
Since then men have wandered the earth, looking for something.
God made mankind upright,
but men have gone in search of many schemes.
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What are we looking for?
Looking for meaning, something that satisfies.
Meaningless! Meaningless!
-Wisdom
-Pleasures
Hunger that never ceases.
Desires that are never quenched.
What are we looking for?
Contentment – man looking for rest.
What are you looking for?
I’m reminded of the New York woman who without warning left her husband and children.
Some time later she surfaced in Hawaii where she was working at a store that sold hand-dipped chocolates.
When asked why, she explained that she was sorry to cause her family pain, but she had finally realized she had to “find herself.”
This was her way of doing it.
As far as I know, she’s still peddling chocolates under the palms.
– Charles Colson
This woman was apparently looking for “herself.”
Apparently her husband and kids were keeping her from finding herself.
Who would have known that he “self” was hiding all along on a tropical island at a chocolate stand?
We look and look and look and work and work.
What are we working towards?
Meaningless, meaningless!
-Work
-Advancement
-Wealth
Repetition of “What are we working towards?”
Don Spangler, also known as Spanky, retired from Southern California Gas Company in 1998.
One of the first things he did was to throw out all his suits and ties.
Spanky planned to retire to a life on the river, wearing shorts or bathing suits.
Spanky spent his days on the Colorado River, boating, water skiing, and partying with his friends.
He was also building his dream house.
Spanky lived his fantasy life for five years.
Right after moving into his huge new home, he found out he was dying.
A year later, at age 60, Spanky was dead.
Spanky had always lived larger than life.
His booming voice and large 6-foot-3-inch frame, made him a monstrous presence.
Wherever he went, a party followed, even at a child's soccer practice.
When he partied, he wanted the music at top volume.
When he bought a boat, he wanted it to be the fastest.
When he got interested in salt-water fish tanks, they had to be huge.
He rode anything that went fast—high-powered dirt bikes, dune buggies and boats with super-charged hydro engines.
He was fanatical about his equipment.
It had to be the best, and it had to be perfectly maintained.
His cars had to be black or white, and his boats, bathing suits, and caps had to be red.
It was a declaration of his love for life.
Robin Hinch writes:
Death didn't come as easily to Spanky as life.
He could not acknowledge the seriousness of his illness and called it "just a little inconvenience."
"Next week, I'll be back on the river," he insisted toward the end.
And he did not, as the famous Dylan Thomas poem suggests, "go gentle into that good night."
Spanky, in fact, fought death for hours after his family assured him it was okay to let go.
And at the very end, he threw his arms up over his head, as if to ward off the angels that were coming for him, and uttered one last word: "NO!"
/Robin Hinch, "'Spanky' Lived Fast and Furious," Orange County Register Obituaries (7-29-04); submitted by Brad Fogal, Trabuco Canyon, California/
We work and work to try to get a tight grip on life and the more we squeeze the more life slips through our fingers like soft butter.
What are we working towards?
Stock market up and down.
Worries about futures, worries about finances.
Man cannot serve both God and money.
Not if you will serve or if we will work for something, but who or what we serve and work for.
So what are we working towards?
The Problem: The problem is not that fulfillment is not out there, the problem is with where we look.
Retirement, golf courses, tropical islands and chocolate stands.
The Problem: Not that we do not have enough of what we work towards, but that we work and strive for things that do not bring life!
Wealth, boats, titles, advancements.
TEXT:
These men came looking for Jesus, but Jesus points out that they do not want Jesus, they want the bread for their bellies.
What would Jesus say to us? Isn’t the same so true today?
How many today claim to be looking for Jesus, when they are really after the ease of life, the bread, the wealth and other stuff they perceive Jesus came to give them.
“You stand here and watch the world go by, don’t you?”
Robert Morgan tells of when he had ducked into a newsstand at Chicago’s O’Hare for a paper, and the small gray-haired lady who took my money had perceptive eyes and oversized glasses.
She only glanced at me, her attention barely leaving the mass of humanity that was coming and going in a blur of motion.
I was intrigued by her absorption in the flowing crowd, so I asked her, “You stand here and watch the world go by, don’t you?”
“Yes…” she said, her eyes still on the humanity.
“Yes, and much of it is sad.”
She turned briefly to me, gave me my change and my paper, and nodded toward the men’s bathroom across the concourse.
“You wouldn’t believe the suicides they take out of that washroom.
Many men go in there and kill themselves, and the paramedics take them out one after another, all the time.”
With that observation, she dismissed me from her attention, her eyes transfixed again by the humanity.
I am so glad Jesus did not come to give us what we want and what our hearts look for, but what we need.
He did not come to multiply bread and feed the masses only to leave and take his bread mulitiplication abilities with him.
He came to provide real, unending, life-giving bread that truly satisfies.
His miracles were signs of something greater than mere bread for the belly.
Even miracle bread that fed a multitude.
“I tell you the truth, you are looking for me, not because you saw the miraculous signs but because you ate the loaves and had your fill!”
What are you looking for?
Did you know…
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