No cigar.

So I am reading "The Great Divorce" by C. S. Lewis. And Mr. Lewis being infinitely smarter than me has opened my eyes once again. I have a problem with being content with what I have. And as he explains in his book, whatever we have on earth is nothing compared to the truth we will have from God. The true love. True beauty. True identity. We so often mistake love here as the highest form. It is counterfeit in comparison. Lewis says that " Brass is mistaken for Gold much easier than Clay."

How true is that? I mean...we all get to some point and we think that's as good as it gets. But God is infinite. Why aren't our relationships with Him infinite as well? Every encounter with God should be the most we have ever felt Him. We are constantly moving right? We never stay the same. So if we are not swimming upstream we are being swept downstream.