June and July of this summer I'm spending on the coast of South Carolina assisting with a leadership camp of sorts for college students. As one may imagine (or may not imagine) there are many opportunities for frustration, head bumping, shame, tiredness, and I have been wondering lately where do I go to relinquish these emotions? Where do I go to deal? I’ve been pricked by this quote this week. CS Lewis once said, "If you look for truth, you may find comfort in the end; if you look for comfort you will not get either comfort or truth only soft soap and wishful thinking to begin, and in the end, despair."
I’ve been thinking, when I’m pressed to deal with something my comfort has to be truth: that the very Inventor of truth loves me. I’ve sampled other comforts to find that those comforts aren’t really comforts at all, just cheap substitutes and temporary medicines. John Mayer, now jazz extraordinaire, once wrote, “dizzy from the shopping mall, I searched joy but I bought it all, it doesn’t help the hunger pains because first I have to drown for it to ever satiate…something’s missing.” I want truth at the expense of “comfort” every time because therein is real comfort.
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