Whom do I have in heaven but you?
I desire no one but you on earth. (Psalms 73:25)
Desire is a gun fired grappling hook. It defies the gravity of every obstacle, and cuts through space toward its target. The steel hook jerks the rope of my life forward in limp obedience.
If a sea turtle sets her desire on returning to the nesting grounds, or a moth to joining the light, they’ll either satisfy their desire or die in the attempt. I may be more subtle but, when it comes to desire, I’m the same.
My error was never in the strength of my desire, it was in my choice of targets. I was duped into aiming for temporal goals—those pleasures that are, by definition, incapable of giving lasting fulfillment. Now I want to aim my scope at an eternal target. This time I’ll align the crosshairs on ultimate satisfaction—on Jesus.
Flying through life, I find my hook is subject to gusts of distraction and the gravity of discouragement. Landing on Jesus becomes an outlandish ambition. The only way I can hit my target is if my desire has enough weight and a fine enough point. It must fly white-hot.
With the correct bearing, desire is no longer a shamed urging, rather, it’s blessed by the one who gave it. So I’ll not hold back. I’ll allow desire to pull me in desperate urgency. Go ahead, desire, and pierce all other pursuits. Soar with fervor toward the beat of your heart, even to Jesus the perfect one for whom you burn.
Prayer: Jesus, I desire nothing in this world but you.