This past week I bought a truck.
It’s been coming for awhile, I was replacing the car I’ve driven for almost 14 years. It’s been a good car, but the closer it gets to 200k miles the more it’s in the shop.
But here’s the thing: once I started looking at trucks, something flipped in me. What started as a practical search turned into desire, an intense desire. I’d scroll listings at night, check prices during the day, imagine the perfect color and trim package. I wasn’t just thinking about buying a truck… I wanted it.
And the wanting felt stronger each day until I finally pulled the trigger and bought the truck.
A few days later I was driving my truck to work and I remembered something C.S. Lewis once wrote:
“It would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us... like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.”