Hunger

I want hunger. A hunger that hinges on revelation of Jesus Christ. Hunger that begets righteousness and holiness. A heavenly hunger, like the seraphim around the throne in Revelation, who after centuries of flying, searching and peering into the tangible beauty of God still cry out night and day.

Even in the most mundane moments of this life, I might reach for more. To lift up my voice and cry out for wisdom as for seeking gold and silver. I've sought gold and silver before, there's a tenacity and willingness to be unrelenting as to lay hold of more. I confess that my perception of seeking Christ does not mirror that which I lust after green paper bills and silver coins, but I want it to.

This hungering is not of my own desire. Only He who searches the hearts and minds of the men and women of the earth, can present such a gift to the human existence. My heart encounters great joy that I, a mere creature, have the capacity to respond with a yes. I say yes.

Blessed are the hungry, for they shall be filled, is my great promise. Filled with brilliant light. Filled with the knowledge of God. Filled with all boldness and understanding that I may testify of the exceedingly great wonders of His power. Filled with Spirit from on high.

Filled presupposes that I have hunger.