As the deer pants for streams of water
so my soul pants for you, O God. Psalm 42:1
"Are
you not thirsty?" said the lion. "I’m dying of thirst," said
Jill. "Then drink," said the lion. "May I- could I- would you
mind going away while I do?" said Jill. The lion answered this only by a
look and very low growl. As Jill gazed at its motionless bulk, she realized
that she might as well have asked the whole mountain to move aside for her
convenience. The delicious rippling noise of the stream was driving her nearly
frantic. "Will you promise not to- do anything to me, if I do come?"
said Jill. "I make no such promise," said the lion. Jill was so
thirsty now that, without noticing it, she had come a step nearer the lion.
"Do you eat girls?" she said. "I have swallowed up, consumed
girls and boys, women and men, kings and emperors, cities and realms,"
said the lion. It didn’t say this as if it were boasting, nor as if it were
sorry, nor as if it were angry. It just said it. "I daren’t come and
drink," said Jill. "Then you will die of thirst," said the Lion.
"Oh dear!" said Jill, coming another step nearer. "I suppose I
must go and look for another stream then." The lion said, "There
is no other stream." (C.S. Lewis "The Chronicles of Narnia")
‘Every
Christian will become at last what his desires have made him. We are the sum
total of our hungers. The great saints have all had thirsting hearts. Their cry
has been, ‘My soul thirsts for God, for the living God: when shall I come and
appear before God?’ Their longing after God all but consumed them; it propelled
them onward and upward to heights toward which less ardent Christians look with
languid eye and entertain no hope of reaching.’ I can conceive of nothing more
significant and compelling than the beatific vision of the living
God, and if our capacity for this vision relates to faithfulness in this life,
every other concern should pale in comparison.” A.W. Tozer
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