We all want it.
We take loans out for it. We work for it. We tell certain people no for it. We say yes for it. We lie for it. We steal for it.
I have been on this hamster wheel chasing comfort. Sometimes I lie to myself and say that I’m not. But when there is a choice to be made, I almost always choose comfort. I’ll work hard for something with the promise of comfort at the end, only to be disappointed when comfort is not found.
When comfort arrives, the zest and zeal that was used in the pursuit of comfort remains when the comfort is satisfied.
And this comfort aches and hurts because it tastes too much like apathy. It’s about has bitter as the feeling of lukewarm.
I chase this thing called the American Dream, that tells me if I work hard enough I will be able to obtain a happy and successful life that will give me, comfort.
I look around me and everyone is chasing comfort; the American Dream.
Often I also find that this is how I chase God, without fully realizing it. I see God as my American Dream. Except maybe I just look at Him as my God Dream. If I just work hard to please Him enough, obey Him enough, then He will grant me life long happiness with a golden arch to walk through with angels playing harps and my life will be happily ever after.
So simple and neat.
God is my American Dream.
A pathetic and self-centered comfort chaser, I relentlessly chase God.
I chase Him in the same way comfort leaves me feeling unsatisfied. I look at where I am at. I have nothing to complain about. There is no devastating illness consuming my family. No feelings of physical needs unmet. A house with three happy children, a wife who loves me, a secure job and a white picket fence to conclude the comfort.
Somehow in my ‘comfort’ I feel restless.
I wonder if the restlessness is how God intends it to be. If I could satisfy my American dream and achieve comfort, a real satisfying comfort, then…
I might not need God at all.