A sermon from Daniel 4:1-37.
A sermon from Luke 18:9-14.
As with most stories, we are continually pursuant of the happy ending. We long for idealized conclusions to our favorite tales and wish there’d be a similar euphoric ending in our own life. This is why the standard fairy tale coda remains “happily ever after.” We want that. We want all the wrongs to be made right. We crave for the day when our fractured lives will be remade.
This world makes much of “love.” It’s the centerpiece of countless movies, books, paintings, and songs. Love is everywhere. We’re so inundated and bombarded with the notion of love — of falling in love and being in love — that it seems impossible for us to escape the idea that love is all you need. But is that true?
I think it’s funny how we as humans don’t learn, not very well, that is. Sure, there are geniuses and prodigies who fly through the higher education systems and “learn” faster than others. But, overall, mankind hasn’t progressed too much from where we started. We harbor the same fears, desires, and lusts that those in ancient times did, just in differing manifestations.
One of the odd wonders of human society is our relentless pursuit of independence, for autonomy. We fight and claw and scratch for the smallest sliver of liberty, believing that such liberation will finally enable us to realize our full potential. Mankind runs on the endless treadmill of “getting,” banking on that “something more.”