I’ve been reading “The Weight of Glory” by CS Lewis lately, and it has repeatedly stopped me dead in my tracks.  Have you ever had a book do that to you over and over again? (besides the Bible)

Lewis’ works are not really the type that allow for glossing over.  No, his are the kind that can cause one to think on a single statement for days upon end.

That’s happening today.

I keep going back to the very beginning of the book to read this statement:

Indeed, if we consider the unblushing promises of reward and the staggering nature of the rewards promised in the Gospels, it would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak.  We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea.  We are far too easily pleased.

Think on those words for a bit…or a few weeks, perhaps.

Isn’t that true, though?  I know it is for me a lot of the time.  How often have I found satisfaction in the temporary when I’ve been promised something that is so much greater?  I’m sure it’s because these things are still unseen to me.  Jesus was the image of the invisible God.  He’s enough…always was, always will be.

It’s easy to get comfortable making things in the mud.
Accepting that things will never change.
Becoming complacent.

Today, I want to remember the holiday.  The promise of something that I cannot even begin to fathom.  It’s hard to be mindful of it when so many things present themselves as temporary pleasures.

But, this promise is better.

ht: sam

May we not be too easily pleased.