When personal works are but filth; when entertainment no longer numbs; when self-righteousness and the pride of life are shown for the powerless vanity that they are; when man cannot give comfort to the soul – O’ what a place, O’ what a sweet place, raw in reality.

Whom have I in heaven but You?” Ps. 73:25 “As a deer pants [extremely longing] for flowing streams...” Ps. 42:1 “O God, You are my God; earnestly I seek You; my soul thirst for You; my flesh faints for You, as in a dry and weary land where there is no water.” Ps. 63:1

“In the end the heart longs not for any of God’s good gifts, but for God Himself. To see Him and know Him and be in His presence is the soul’s final feast. Beyond this there is no quest. Words fail. We call it pleasure, joy, delight. But these are weak pointers to the unspeakable experience: ‘One thing have I asked of the LORD, that will I seek after: that I may dwell in the house of the LORD all of my days of my life, to gaze upon the beauty of the LORD and to inquire in His temple (Ps.27:4).'” John Piper, Desiring God, pg. 87

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