It’s like 5:30 pm. You smell the dinner that is being prepared so lovingly by your mom and dad. It’s gonna be great, they’re preparing some of your favorites, and more.
But you’re hungry. Really hungry. You worked out today and you don’t like the feeling of an empty stomach.
Maybe a snack would be good. Dinner’s in like 30 minutes and you want something to hold you over til then. You look around and you see some M&Ms. Oh those are good. They’re small - they won’t take up much room in your stomach. It’ll hold you over until dinner for sure.
So you have some. Oh what the heck, you know you had to get a small handful, because who can eat just a single M&M? Alright, let’s get just a couple more. Good? Good.
Dinner time comes around and the spread looks ace. Plates and cups and utensils are set up and finally everyone’s all together.
But your blood sugar spiked and you’re not hungry anymore. No hunger pangs. So you just eat a little dinner. Not too much. You feel full already anyways, so it’s not a big deal.
9 o’clock comes around and you’re getting ready for bed. And you’re starving! You think… Man why am I so hungry? And it hits you. I had some candy and a few bites of actual food. Now it’s too late to eat more dinner because the leftovers are all packed away for your parents’ lunch. I guess it’s time to go to bed hungry.
I feel like social media, and entertainment, and all those distractions in the world, are M&Ms. They feel great when you’re consuming them, but they are inferior substitutes to real food.
Real relationships, real people, real situations, real life.
We get so caught up in feeding ourselves little sweet bits of pleasure that we ruin ourselves from ingesting hearty, life giving substance for our mind, body, and soul.
God’s word, and Jesus himself, is called the bread of life. Sometimes I get so caught up in how the Bible “doesn’t taste good” or “look appealing.” Just eat it Sam and stop being a little picky idiot about it.
I am developing a legitimate fear that me and the loved ones around me will never grow into the men and women we were going to become because we are so annoyingly obsessed and compulsive about small, meaningless pleasures and not feeding on real food, real truth, from my real God.
God help me because I can’t even feed myself.