I watch the people pass by my window at work all day, and I cannot help but wonder why? I know these people, and I don't. Passing from one empty promise to the next. Always looking for a cure for that blank spot inside themselves, yet never opening thier eyes to see the futility of thier vain pursuits. 
     The satisfaction of self-gratification is fleeting, and it is not long before they find themselves hungering for more, like a junkie for his next fix. The hunger grows and is sated in turn, a drive and desire that becomes so comfortable and accustomed as to seem a natural part of life, the order of things. A subtle insinuation that goes beyond habit to become an ingrained part of existence.
     The patient ease of true contentment is a foriegn concept, unrecognizable and misunderstood. Even comfort is something to be despised as consistency becomes stagnation and dissatisfaction. Replaced instead by the constant need to experience the next feeling or emotion.

     How can you teach a concept like faith to people like this? It goes against every fibre of thier being and refutes everything they have learned. It forces them to discard the wisdom they have earned for themselves.

     God's great clean-up and recovery program for all these people who are addicted to the saccarine pleasures of life is slowly replacing the false fulfillments with grace and the understanding of a loving father who can help us through our most difficult times and shows us the meaning of peace and self-worth.