Where did everything go wrong? This must be a question that people have to grapple with every day of our sin-tainted lives. We can clearly look out our window or turn on the TV and see the travesties that are afflicted upon people who had no other hope in life than peace and perfect justice? Why do we long for perfection so? It is a craving that has been imprinted into the fabric of humanity. We tirelessly search for new ways to create perfection. We try to satisfy this need for glory. Where did everything go wrong? Even for a christian, we are continuously beat down by doubt and lust and insecurity. Why can we not be satisfied?
We were created for glory; not our own glory, but still, we were fabricated for the sole purpose of experiencing glory. This is obvious. Every day of our lives is spent in a desperate hunt for an incarnate glory, present on earth. Why else would we exalt movie stars and famous musicians on such grand pedestals? It is because we are meant to be in awe of glory, and we instinctively look for it. However, thousands of years of history prove to us that our endless search for glory has continuously led us to ruin. It is heartbreaking to realize. Seven billion people on this tired old soil are searching for their true purpose in a life that says they are an accident, but are too blind to recognize that the greatest and only satisfaction has been displaying His glory since before He created the very dirt from which we were formed.
“Why are you downcast, oh, my soul.” Have we not seen true glory? God has made himself known to us. Yet, we still seek splendor in all the alleys of darkness upon this earth. We have filled our lives with so many perverted forms of glory and greatness that we cannot discern God’s righteousness from our own sin-stained, filthy rags that we wallow in. Oh God! If I just had the power to guard my own heart long enough to understand that you are my sole source of satisfaction.
It is in the darkest moments of my life, when I have been stripped of all that I ever thought important, that I have been closest to God. The moments when you fall to your knees and have no intelligent words or wisdom to spew, but rather question your very existence. The darkness is the thickest and there seems to be no hope of a dawn. “I have nothing to lose God, for I now truly understand that I never possessed anything but waste! Is this your glory? I cannot see it. There is no clear path for me. Is this it?” It is then that the glory of God shines like the rising sun, over that one night that seemed particularly long. The same glory that filled the tabernacle and was too much for any mortal to endure, has entered our souls. What more satisfaction could we seek? “Indeed, I count everything as loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord. For his sake I have suffered the loss of all things and count them as rubbish, in order that I may gain Christ” (Philippians 3:8, ESV).
So, what troubles you? Insecurity? God sent his son Jesus to atone for our sins and secure us as his bride and the very children of God. This is satisfaction. Stress? God has promised us that no temptation or trouble will come our way that he has not provided a way of escape from. This is satisfaction. Abandonment? ““Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you” Hebrews 13:5, NIV). This is satisfaction. Hopelessness? “And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, that where I am you may be also” (John 14:3, ESV). This is satisfaction!
Oh, God! Daily I turn from you. I seek the fame and fortune of this world over the glory and splendor that manifests itself a thousand times over in your very presence. All of creation testifies to your greatness, and this is where I find my satisfaction. “As the deer pants for water, so my soul thirsts for you.” Why must I be troubled? You are the remedy for all of my infirmaries. God, let your kingdom come and wipe away the rebellious forces of darkness that stalk the earth, for I can see that all that this world has to offer me is mere filth and waste compared to the mere knowledge of your glory. “Why are you downcast, oh my soul? Why so disturbed within me? I can remember when you showed your face to me. Let my sighs give way to songs that sing about your faithfulness. Let my pain reveal your glory as my only real rest. Let my losses show me all I truly have is you. For I am satisfied in you.”