In 1965, the Rolling Stones wrote a song that contained a perfect theology for what life without God is like: "I can't get no satisfaction, I can't get no satisfaction... 'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try... I can't get no, I can't get no...satisfaction."
Last week, I found myself, on a couple of fronts, deeply unsatisfied. Then I found myself thinking about something I had just read by Dallas Willard in which he said, "There is no substitute for simple satisfaction in the word of God, in the presence of God."
Dismiss it as spiritual hyperbole right? Just another Christian writer exaggerating about the spiritual life... I wondered...
So I spent the weekend, leaning in to God, asking him to be my satisfaction.
You know what happened? I found myself becoming measurably more satisfied, especially in the little things: rights became privileges; irritations became opportunities; problems became prayers.
I'm carrying my experiment into this week... I am asking God not to teach me satisfaction, but to be my satisfaction ... in other words, I am asking for God to teach me to be satisfied in the life I have in him.
Seems to fit with Easter week.
Grace & Peace,