I can't get no.

Life is restlessness. It is dissatisfaction. Nothing is good enough. Even the best, at times, seems like it could be just a little bit better. I am always searching for the best food, restaurant, drink, but it is a neverending search. I could try the best of the best, but still be wondering, “Is there something better?” There is always an itch that desires to be scratched, but then still longs for more. The pursuit of pleasure, entertainment, fulfillment will always be lacking this side of eternity.
There are times that we may have a break in the clouds, when eternity shines down upon the dirt. But even these times we may ignore or miss completely because we have conditioned ourselves as to what “good” really is.

We have promises of what is good. We know what it is and where to find it if we open our eyes. If we take off the soil-covered spectacles that we have picked out of the landfill. Heaven came down in flesh and blood. The eternal is in the material. To eat and drink and bathe in. To hear, to read, to learn, mark, and digest. To speak, to teach, to proclaim and to cling to. Letter by letter. Syllable by Syllable, by crumb and by drop, Christ invades our spirits and demands residence. He is not satisfied with part or section or fragment but stakes his claim on every last pore of our mortal flesh. God descended to earth to make his dwelling with you, in you and through you. Seek God where he may be found and you will be satisfied.