The Quest For Fulfilment
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© Copyright, Grantley Morris, 1985-1996.
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Chapter 2: The Ultimate Love Affair
The greatest good anyone can do for humanity begins with a dynamic
encounter with the living God. I refer to a spiritual transformation
so revolutionary that it is aptly termed being 'born again', though
overuse has sapped this term of its power.
You could walk down church aisles all your life without ever marrying.
Everyone knows that. Yet, tragically, countless thousands have
walked down a church aisle and falsely assumed that made them
born again. Like marriage, it is a relationship, not a ritual
that counts. Spiritual rebirth results from a life-changing union
between two persons. You can mumble the sinner's prayer, the saints'
prayer, any prayer you like; you can join the best church, get
wet, slurp communion, look more godly than an archangel, and have
not a throb of spiritual life. Your act can be so convincing that
you even fool yourself, and remain unaware that your life has
missed an entire dimension.
In style and content, this chapter is quite different from the
rest of the book. So if you are certain you enjoy daily intimacy
with God, you may prefer to go straight to the heart of the book
by skipping this chapter and return here later. I don't want you
losing interest by dwelling on matters you are already familiar
with. For the rest of us, however, this chapter is essential.
The remainder of the book will help only if you put this chapter
to work. The quest for fulfilment starts here.
Next Chapter
We crave love. It is an essential ingredient of a meaningful life.
Yet it is a risky, potentially agonising experience. Death or
disagreement can so easily rob us of the one we love. Though we
kiss with our eyes closed, relationships are frighteningly fragile.
Beauty sags. People change. The deeper our love the deeper our
insecurity.
Reality is cold, but dreams are too hot to hold. Our passions
seem so insatiable that we shrink from them, yet still they haunt
us. Just for a moment, release the iron grip that keeps your longings
suppressed in the dungeons of your mind. Let your longings waft
free before your gaze, no matter how unattainable they seem. Dare
to see what they reveal.
You burn for unwaning intimacy; a companion who will never fail
you; a carer who will always be there, no matter what the circumstance
or hour; someone whose love never ceases to astound you; someone
whose charms and beauty and powers will not fade with the passing
years.
Too often you are misunderstood. You crave a friend who can slip
inside your mind; ideally, someone who has not only heard of your
every trauma and triumph from birth, but experienced them with
you. You need to unburden yourself with a confidant who knows
your blackest secrets, yet delights in you with unswerving devotion.
When life's blows send you reeling, you ache for an admirer who
not only passionately longs to meet your deepest needs, but is
always able to. You need a partner so capable that when crisis
swallows crisis you can trust your friend to comfort, protect
and power you to success. Yet you don't want to be smothered.
On the contrary, you want someone who will nerve you to reach
the heights you were born for.
You pine for someone changeless, yet exciting; someone who fits
your needs so exactly it feels you were made for each other; someone
you will be forever proud of; someone whose love for you is so
vast that it always satisfies; someone faithful, genuine, open
and warm, yet so resistant to the ravages of aging, sickness and
tragedy as to seem immortal.
No human fits the bill, yet the craving remains. A few dreamers
keep chasing the elusive high of starry-eyed love, forever groping
for the perfect relationship. Most of us give up. A person would
have to be God to meet our criteria! And how could he help? We're
flesh and blood; God, if he exists, is some nebulous, unapproachable
Spirit. The notion of a friendship with God is preposterous.
Or is it? Within the realms of the unknown almost anything could
dwell - even a God poised to shatter our insensibility to him.
If there really is an Intelligence behind creation, why were we
made with cravings that could never be satisfied? Is God a sadist,
or were those yearnings for the ideal companion planted within
because he longs to fulfil them by being your closest friend?
[It is more than coincidence that old-fashioned romance, bearing
lightly the scars of reality, was laced with religious expressions
like 'she adores/idolises him', 'you're divine/heavenly', 'he
worships the ground she walks on', 'a marriage made in heaven'.
From another source comes the term 'sex goddess'.] Could it be
that God seems impersonal only because you're not on close terms
with him? If God were impersonal, that would make us superior
to our Creator. That's absurd. If we can speak, feel and love,
our Maker can do all that and more. [Even in cases where no drugs
were administered, many people who have been revived after clinical
death have reported a sensation of floating away from their bodies
toward a bright light. Their experience was too fleeting to know
whether they would be considered worthy to remain forever in the
presence of that light, but for our purposes, the notable thing
is that although 'bright light' sounds impersonal, they commonly
report telepathic communication and intense love emanating from
that Being.] God is warm.
This exciting Person, whose never-ending companionship and limitless
power are able to fill the unfillable hole within us, is the perfect
partner we ache for. Yet his very perfection makes him unapproachable.
The Almighty is awesomely holy; incomparably virtuous. We are
not.
We come hurtling back to reality. Life's a bed of roses. The beauty
is enticing and the aroma alluring but the thorns are cruel. There's
a solution, but to appreciate the grandeur of that solution, we
must dwell for a couple of pages on the magnitude of the problem.
This is so distasteful that we instinctively recoil from it, longing
to deny its existence. Our reaction proves the truth of Jesus'
assertion that people love darkness [ignorance and wrongdoing]
rather than light [truth and purity]. (John 3:19)
We'll expose facts that challenge the limits of our ability to
grapple with reality. Yet facing them is the most liberating experience
a human can know. Let me illustrate.
I'm stumbling up a perilous trail, far from civilisation. Angry
blisters jostle on the pain-scale with bruises and open wounds.
The blazing sun sucks my throat and mocks my exhausted supplies.
If I don't get there soon ... Panic rips down my spine, gets trapped
in my stomach, and thrashes in wide-eyed terror. I stagger on,
virtually insensible to the weird sound overhead.
The trail twists and to my amazed surprise a helicopter stands
before me. A pilot approaches, claims to be part of a search party,
and tells me I've been tramping for days in the wrong direction.'Do
you take me for an idiot?' I fume. My bush skills ...'
Patiently, he takes out a map and dismantles my every argument.
My spirit wilts. I could never survive the distance to even the
nearest waterhole. Then the pilot offers to fly me to the exquisite
oasis I had been looking for. My worries vaporise. The sooner
I admit my need of help, the quicker I can get out of here. In
such circumstances, even I can handle being told I'm wrong.
Magnify that tale and transfer it from fantasy to reality and
you glimpse what this chapter is about. Discovering we are wrong
can be the most thrilling moment of our lives. Confronting the
truth of the next few paragraphs can usher you into a new world
of joyous freedom, fulfilment, challenge and excitement.
When Frederick the Great visited Potsdam Prison, every convict
he spoke to professed innocence. Finally he encountered a thief
under sentence of death. 'Your majesty,' he said, 'I am guilty
and richly deserving of punishment.'
'Release this scoundrel,' commanded the king, 'before he corrupts
all the noble innocent people here.'
A similar surprise awaits everyone who dares admit the truth.
I make no claim to powers of mind and pen sufficient to portray
the wonder and majesty of the world's greatest love story. Nor
can I highlight each facet of the unassailable wisdom, justice
and moral prefections that opened the possibility of a transformation
of human nature so radical that it defies comprehension. My hope
is to whisk you to its benefits, not expound its intricacies.
So if any of the following seems unconvincing, limitations of
space and skill may be the problem. I warn, however, that in these
critical issues, the real cause of blind-spots usually turns out
to be psychological or spiritual. The door to spiritual understanding
is not human explanation, but supernatural enlightenment - divine
revelation. And that door swings not on mind games but on a willingness
to surrender our stubborn will to One who knows better than us.
(John 7:17; 2 Corinthians 3:14-16; 4:3-4; 1 Corinthians 2:4-16;
4:20; Luke 10:21) Already our defences are on red alert. I ask
you to face this issue because it leads not to shame, but to the
exhilaration of a cleansed conscience. It leads not to oppressive
restrictions, but to utter freedom.
Dare to dream
The joy of being wrong