Our Amen

2 Corinthians 1:20

For all of God's promises have been fulfilled in Christ with a resounding "Yes!" 

And through Christ, our "Amen" (which means "Yes") ascends to God for his glory.

I just saw this on Facebook. And poof! Saw it, saved it, uploaded it here--all in 20 seconds. It is my cyber-AMEN. Yes, John Piper, yes! I want God to be glorified in me!  And I want to be satisfied in Him! Tell me more...

So I googled this quote.
4,670,000 results in less than a third of a second
And there are looooong YouTube videos
And seminary-ish articles with big words
And Piper has published a jillion books
And if you Wikipedia him, you can learn about what it means to be an optimistic premillenialist, a contninuationist, and a Christian Hedonist.

I have lots-of-syllable-ist overload because, basically, I am trying to scuba dive and my brain is like a little baby pair of flippers. Some help. {Splish, splash!}

(I literally just scratched my head.)

Ever do that? (Not the head scratch.) Ever search for something . . . in, a quick-fix place?  Like a blog, an app, a girlfriend? I'm often guilty of it. I want snappy, easy answers in plain English, please.  I don't want to have to work for it. When I have a struggle, I'd like a simple solution. A question? I'd like a direct answer. Discernment? Spell it out for me. I need it quick, too--like in a third of a second. Give me Google.

Thing is, God isn't Google; and we'll never find satisfaction in a search bar.  

Satisfaction--true, God-glorifying satisfaction--isn't found in a blog, tweet or post. It's more than song lyrics and a Snickers jingle. True satisfaction--abiding in Him and He in me--can only be found in One place.

Let's run to him, Dear One. Jesus is the only answer. Our AMEN. 

O God, you are my God;

I earnestly search for you.

My soul thirsts for you;

my whole body longs for you

in this parched and weary land

where there is no water.

I have seen you in your sanctuary

and gazed upon your power and glory.

Your unfailing love is better than life itself;

how I praise you!

I will praise you as long as I live,

lifting up my hands to you in prayer.

You satisfy me more than the richest feast.

I will praise you with songs of joy.

I lie awake thinking of you,

meditating on you through the night.

Because you are my helper,

I sing for joy in the shadow of your wings.

I cling to you;

your strong right hand holds me securely. 

                                           Psalm 63:1-8