This blog is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re going to get.
Tonight you’re getting cheesecake.
I love cheesecake. I particularly love good cheesecake paired with good coffee. Preferably at a nice restaurant like Olive Garden, or (closing my eyes at the sheer thought) CHEESECAKE FACTORY.
Ummmm. I can imagine it now. Sitting in a comfy booth as the waiter sets that plate of decadent Perfection in front of me and offers a cup of coffee. Yes, please. And bring some cream too, if you will. I take my first bite…..
As Priscilla Shirer says, it tastes like The Glory of the Lord.
It’s always the same with me and cheesecake. I begin at the pointed end and work my way slowly toward the outside, savoring every single bite. But when I get to the spot where there are only about two inches between me and the end, I slow down even more. Partly because I’m about to explode from the enormous amount of calories I’m shoveling in my stomach. But also because I’m realizing the taste bud party is about to end. This glorious experience can’t go on forever, and I can see the death of it coming sooner than I would prefer.
Oh the tension cheesecake creates in my inmost parts. I want to finish but I simply DO NOT WANT IT TO BE FINISHED.
I’m getting downright teary just thinking about it. Maybe I should do a study on idolatry when I finish the Gospels.
Sometimes I think life is like eating cheesecake. You get to a really sweet place where enjoyment abounds, but you have trouble savoring it because you’re afraid it’s going to end. You’ve been on planet earth long enough to know that’s the natural rhythm of things. Circumstances turn upward for a while, but eventually they turn down again. But then they come back up. And the cycle repeats.
Scripture backs this up when Jesus tells us, “In this world you will have trouble. But take heart, for I have overcome the world!” (John 16:33) In other words, the hard stuff is part of life.
I’ve been in a good spot the past few months. I feel spiritually revived. I recently began a dream job. (more later) Things in my world are generally happy and going in the direction I would like them to go. I’m on the upswing of the mountain/valley cycle.
Which naturally leads me to panic.
I sent Nathan a text yesterday. “Things are going so well. What terrible, awful catastrophe is waiting around the next corner.”
His reply? “Stop it.”
He says I’m “catastrophobic”. It’s not even a real thing. (But if it becomes one, you heard it here first.)
Why can’t I just eat my cheesecake and be happy? Worrying about the end of the delight only reduces the delight! No doubt the trouble will come in it’s own time. Might as well enjoy the goodness and deal with the bitterness when it arrives.
As I’ve been fighting this foolish tendency of mine, I’ve found comfort in one thought in particular: One day the cheesecake will never end.
In THIS world we will have trouble. Ahh, but in the next! In the next there will be NO MORE PAIN. No more uncertainly. No more cancer. No more death. No more money problems. No more rebellious children. No more broken hearts. No more unfaithfulness. No more end of the good times. No more bad times.
No more fear of what’s coming next. Glory hallelujah.
It will be eternal cheesecake.
I pray you live in light of that delightful hope, and that it provides you with much peace. Pray that I do, too.
PS – 38 minutes, folks. I’m getting better.