I don’t like Pita Pit. I had it once, not too long ago, and I think I almost threw up. I really hated it. But I don’t hate the people there; they are cool. They are like hippies and people who have trees tattooed to their wrists or something. They are environmentalists who vote Democrat and like free-range chicken or are all the way vegan.
I’m at the coffee shop right now. And on my walk here I passed the Pita Pit. I first thought, when I saw the sign: Geez, I hate that place. I continued to walk and my mouth twisted and contorted like Paul Hamm from gymnastics in the Olympics. Adam sang “Recovering the Satellites” in my ear and my elephant-skin cowboy boots marched along the wet cement. Pita Pit’s obnoxious red sign screamed and I looked through the window: I saw a dude, you know, a college dude. He had a gray, Iowa hoody with a black Northface pulled over it so the hood sticks out the back and looks cool. His blue eyes focused on absolutely nothing, but they stared directly in front of him. The pita sat lonely on the table, with hands resting on either side. With his jaw slightly open, the dude looked at me. Oh shit, look away Hunter. I looked at my boots, turned the corner, and walked up the blue-carpeted stairs to my beloved coffee shop.
I love that dude. Here is my point, people: the world thirsts for Christ. It longs for Him. It needs him and everybody is looking for Him, I’m convinced. G.K. Chesterton said, “When a man knocks on the door of a brothel, he is looking for God.” Dude is looking for God. The man next to me, reading the newspaper, is looking for God. The business execs walking in their expensive suits are looking for God. It drives me crazy! I wish we could be better dispensers of grace.
I did laundry this morning. I like doing laundry, mainly because I get to lay down for a few minutes while my clothes wash and dry, but I still like doing laundry. While my clothes were drying I decided to burn 15 minutes reading articles on MSN. I scrolled the home page and looked for something interesting. Embarrassingly enough, the tagline for the article I chose was: “Aniston lashes out at Jolie.” I know, I know, I’m more mainstream than I’d like to think, but I learned something cool from the article and it prompted me to write this entry. The thing was about Aniston getting mad at Jolie for some things Jolie said about the filming of Mr. and Mrs. Smith, apparently the sparkplug for the Jolie-Pitt domination of celebrity love.
Anyways, as I read the article I came to a quote that made me really sad. Aniston is talking about marriage and says, “Whoever said everything has to be forever, that's setting your hopes too high. It's too much pressure. And I think if you put that pressure on yourself, fairy tale! It has to be the right one! That’s unattainable.” I don’t even want to read it again now because it will make me sad again. When I walked past dude I thought about this quote. Sometimes people are so hopeless and desperate, like my friend Jennifer Aniston, because they have been tossed like ragdolls through life’s tempests.
Whether they/we realize it or not, the one thing we look for is Jesus. He is hope. He is comfort. He is love. He is good. He is intimacy. He is forever. He takes away the pressure. He puts your yoke on His back.
Read Revelation 21:1-7.
Hope. Let’s dispense it.
1 comment:
that is so true dude, people need the Lord, but not to make them better, we are not good to begin with, we are seeking the fulfillment that only the creator can give to the created, even Christians need the Lord, even we forget, all the time, we continually as John says "put those old clothes back on", try to fulfill the created with the created. Only God can fill us, I hate Pitas, they seem to be a waste of stomach space, opinion of course coming formsomeone who has had a past of abusing food. I eat because I am unhappy, I am unhappy because I eat, well really, I am unhappy because I need the Lord,... Peace as Adam says. "I am fine"
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