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.