A couple of weeks ago, I reached an age that would allow me to draw Social Security. The amount I would draw is rather meager and, frankly, I have no interest in retiring, but I mention this because I am rapidly approaching old age. I am not quite there yet, but I do not have to strain my eyes to see old age coming. I say this not with any measure of sadness or regret; on the contrary, I find a certain degree of satisfaction during those quieter moments when I survey my long life.
When I was a boy, my heart’s desire was a Stingray bicycle. I had a bicycle and it served its purpose, but what I really wanted was a shiny new Stingray bike with a long banana seat and high rise handlebars.
When I was a little older, my heart’s desire was a girl named Allison. I wanted to marry that girl. She had different ideas, of course, but maybe that was for the best. I am told that she did not age very well.
For a time, I devoted myself to music. I played with some local bands. My heart’s desire was to be a famous rock star. I did not hit stardom. Not even close. But I have some really funny pictures of me with an electric guitar around my neck and long, fuzzy hair falling about my shoulders. Those old photos are good for a few laughs.
There was a time when my heart’s desire was a Ford Mustang. To satisfy that desire, I bought a brand new blue Mustang from a local Ford dealer. My brand new car was drop-dead gorgeous. Not long after making the purchase, someone sideswiped my heart’s desire. My heart’s desire did not look so desirous with a crumpled fender and door panel.
As the years passed, my heart’s desires went through a lot of changes. Some of my heart’s desires were women. Some of my heart’s desires took the form of special interests, ambitions, and even hobbies.
Today, I am a pastor and a Bible teacher. Do you know what has happened to me? I will tell you. Those old heart’s desires of yesterday do not even bear a superficial resemblance to my current heart’s desire. Today, my heart’s desire is to share the Gospel of Jesus Christ with people who need Him most. The people I serve are typically homeless or incarcerated. I like serving the underdogs.
As I have grown in Jesus Christ, I have changed. Cars and money and, yes, even women do not occupy my fancy as they did in the old days. Today, my heart beats fast when I can develop a friendship with a drug addict or a prison inmate. There are days when I am able to connect with someone who has been discarded by society and, by God's grace, I am able to inspire him or her to think beyond the confines of addiction or prison walls. That makes my heart beat fast.
My long list of heart’s desires started with a Stingray bicycle with high rise handlebars and a banana seat. I really do not expect to tool about on a Stingray bicycle in Heaven, but maybe, just maybe, the germ of that desire will be resurrected into something far grander—and nobler.
God will withhold no good thing from His children, but what one may desire today might seem like mere triviality tomorrow.