But, this post will not discuss the kind of love most celebrate on this holiday. Instead I wanted to share a quote from a publication I read the other day. In it, the author writes, "An uncleansed love ... is a love that takes the place in one's heart that rightfully belongs to God alone."
The article concludes with this thought-provoking statement by Tim Keller:
Why is getting your heart's desire so often a disaster? In the book of Romans, Saint Paul wrote that one of the worst things God can do to someone is to "give them over to the desires of their hearts" (Romans 1:24). Why would the greatest punishment imaginable be to allow someone to achieve their fondest dream? It is because our hearts fashion these desires into idols. In that same chapter, Paul summarized the history of the human race in one sentence: "They worshipped and served created things rather than the Creator" (Romans 1:25). Every human being must live for something. Something must capture our imaginations, our heart's most fundamental allegiance and hope. But, the Bible tells us, without the intervention of the Holy Spirit, that object will never be God himself.
I think we all can think of times we followed our desires and wished desperately we could go back and redo some things we did. Or maybe we - along with Garth Brooks - thank God for unanswered prayers because we realized those things we wanted would have been disastrous!
This post also goes along with Finally Letting the Dream Die from yesterday.
It shouldn't even need to be mentioned, but in case someone read my post thinking "wow, this is a hard life? Not having friends to talk with face-to-face is worth complaining about?", let me just say...I know compared to 95% of the world my life is a piece of cake so I shouldn't even be complaining to God about such things. Alas, I am still an immature, spoiled person in many ways so I at times struggle with discontentment despite all the many blessings I have in life. And, yes, when I read about the children of Israel complaining to Moses about things I often see myself as one of those dreaded murmurers. Blah.