One thing that seems to be inherent in human nature is that we get sick of things. I think this is part of the curse. I mean come on, we get sick of even some of your favorite things all the time. Variety obviously has its place, but we take things for granted very shortly after we appreciate them. Men and women get sick of their boyfriends, girlfriends, wives, and husbands, children get sick of their toys, we all get sick of having the same food all the time, teenagers get sick of living the same town their whole lives, even Dr. James gets sick of U2 (a band he actually likes) because of overexposure. Isn’t that interesting? As christians, we get sick of hearing the same teaching, the same gospel, the same worship music, etc. There are very few things we don’t get sick of, or don’t’ take for granted. I do think variety is inherent in human nature, but my point is that we get sick of good and great things. I don’t know how many times I have thought or heard talk about heaven being boring. I used to think when I was younger, what am I going to do for eternity? I told my mom that I wanted to play hockey in heaven. The more I’ve learned, the more I am convinced that even if we were only basking in the presence of the risen Christ and worshiping Him for eternity, that I will be perpetually satisfied and “entertained”. I don’t think it will ever be boring. But in our weekly worship services, we begin yawning after two hymns and 15 minutes of preaching. Granted they may be terrible hymns or a terrible sermon, but we are still worshiping with the people of God. We are still always looking for the next thing. I wonder if this is what Bono was talking about in “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For”. Is he talking about the perennial search for the next thing even though we might already have the best. Do we not see the glory? When take a look at the night sky on a clear evening, I fall in love with the glory and grandeur of it. I wonder where it’s been the past few months. But statistically I know it’s out there at least once a week and don’t care. We as a race of people are very feeble and very strong. Our emotions are almost always strong but our directions are often feeble. I suppose the postmodern output of this is that we are generation of seekers. I think of the opening of The Matrix when Neo is sleeping in front of his computer and his screen says, “Searching…” as both the Agents have begun searching for him and he is searching for the truth. O Well. Whatever. Just something I was thinking about.