We had a little get-away, just my Lovey and I. It could not have been more perfect. Beach, bikes, a clear sunset over Lake MI, delicious food at quaint outdoor cafes, a fancy hotel… seriously, perfect. I’m sure we looked like we were on our honeymoon. Parents tried to keep their kids from “bothering” us, little did they know…
It was so wonderful that it made us long for heaven. We often long for heaven when things aren’t going well, when the curse is nipping at our heels. But when we felt like this life could not be more perfect, there was an obvious feeling that it still wasn’t enough. Somehow we knew we were still playing with comparative mud-pies.
Does that sound ungrateful? To take Lewis’s advice to not be “too easily pleased?” I think it’s like this: several times we mentioned to each other how thankful we were to our parents, but it wasn’t complete until we could get back to say it to them in person. There was a kind of relief or satisfaction in it. It is the same with Jesus. Our hearts are fat with thanksgiving and doxology and until we can worship face to face, we’re uncomfortably full. The only remedy will be to fall down at his feet, cast all our prizes, and sing thankful praise with the elders,
“Worthy are you, our Lord and God,
to receive glory and honor and power,
for you created all things,
and by your will they existed and were created.” (Rev 4:11)