I Earnestly Search For You

I have driven to the heart of the capital city of Alberta twice this week, and I find the atmosphere and scenery depressing, dismal, and drab. I am glad I live in the outskirts of the city in a small town surrounded by farm fields and wildlife. I talk way too much for city people, and I think the technician who tested my eyes couldn't wait til I left her office. She did not want to socialize. I even tried to talk to the people in the waiting room where I had to wait for three-quarters of an hour, but they all looked at me as if I was from another planet. I had no choice but to sit quietly, shut up, and look out the window to daydream to keep myself occupied. However, I had to look up and not down. The blue sky was pretty and serene, but what lay down below certainly wasn't. Garbage was strung all over the ground, apartment buildings were dirty and run-down, pigeons were scrounged for food, and people passing by hung their heads, never noticing one another, and certainly never breaking out with a smile on their faces. For a moment I felt like David — very much out of place — when he was in the desert of Judah and wrote this psalm.

"O God, You are my God;

I earnestly search for You.

My soul thirsts for You;

my whole body longs for You

in this parched and weary land

where there is no water."

Psalm 63:1 (NLT)

I guess where there are more people, one always sees more desolation and sadness on faces — people who desperately need Jesus. It grieved me to see that there are still so many people in this world that we need to reach for God.