The other night, I picked up a book about God I’ve been reading. It is a profound book with much insight I am happy to read. All the same, I noticed in myself a craving for *God*—not for books, words, or ideas about God but God Himself. So I put the book away and sat with the Lord.
This has been a feature of my life the last few years: lots of sitting with the Lord. Bible study continues; I still pray for and about things. But often, I find I am drawn to just sit with the Lord. We say little. He doesn’t show me anything or impart knowledge on any topic. I just experience the feeding of His life within.
I’m not even sure “feeding” is the right word. But I am reminded of the hidden manna mentioned in Revelation 2; the bread that remains, that is the only true satisfaction the soul will ever know.
Perhaps it’s ironic for me to write about a craving for the Lord that surpasses words and writing. But I know no other way of relating my experience. Others can’t be in my head or heart as I sit with the Friend who is closer than a brother, closer even than my own skin.
At a minimum, I hope others are encouraged to seek the Lord Himself. Having the right ideas about God, Bible study, reading authors that know Jesus, worship music, testimonies, traditions—all these are important. But at best these things point to the Lord; they are not the Lord. None of these things or activities is eternal life. The Son Himself is life (1 John 5:11-12).