A Real Hunger

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be filled.  – Matthew 5:6

I remember the best hamburger I ever ate.  I was in high school.  We had just played Ware Shoals in a double header.  I have no idea if we won or lost either game, but I remember the hamburger I ate afterwards.  I had forgotten to pack a snack, so I hadn’t eaten anything since lunch.  After we played, we went to Burger King, and I ordered a Whopper.  Normally, I was super picky and didn’t want tomato, pickles, or onions.  But that day, I didn’t care, I ordered it straight up simply because I thought it would get to me faster if it didn’t place any special rules on it.  Anyway, when it finally came, I bit into the whole thing . . . onions, pickles, tomato, and all.  It was absolutely the best thing I had ever eaten.  

After that, I thought I was “cured” of being picky.  Maybe a week or two later, I went and ordered a Whopper with everything on it.  When I bit into it this time, it was horrible.  The slimy tomato, the horrid pickles, and that crunchy sharp onion about did me in.  I quickly took those things off and enjoyed the rest of it, but it was just okay.  Not near the killerness I had after the baseball games.

What was the difference?  The difference was that I was hungry.

I only think of this little story because this past Sunday, our little church service at Oconee State Park was different.  I’m not sure it was really any different, I think I was just different.  As I read the Word, it just felt so alive.  As I told a story I’ve literally told 100 times, I just cried.  As I prayed for a dear sister I’d never met before, it just felt so powerful.  As we talked about God, my spirit just burned.  As I sang to the Lord it was like I could just feel Him . . . I was basking in that sweet presence so much that I forgot the words to two songs that I would have sworn I’d never forget.  None of that even mattered.  Under that little shed, God was meeting me.  

I’m pretty sure He is always meeting me.  I think I just go into a service sometimes wanting to “take off” the stuff I don’t like.  The truth is, if I’m hungry, I will enjoy the whole thing.  I have a friend who always says, “Hunger don’t know bad bread.”  I do believe this is true in the spiritual realm as well.

Lord, give each person reading this a true hunger for Your Word.  Give us a true excitement to meet with others in Your house.  Bring revival, Lord.  Bring true and lasting revival.  Grant us a little taste of Heaven on Earth before we draw our last breath and experience the real thing.  I love you, Lord.  I can’t thank You enough for leaving the comfort of heaven just to come down and save a lost and selfish sinner like myself.  You are the greatest thing this life offers.  Amen.  

About wednesdaymorningdevotional

I am just a nobody from Salem, South Carolina. I have been a math teacher now for 23 years. I have been publishing devotionals every Wednesday morning for about 10 years now. Thanks for stopping by.
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