We are thirsty.
Not thirsty for fame, possessions, passion, or romance. We’ve drunk from those pools. They are salt water in the desert. They don’t quench — they kill.
“Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness. . . .”
Righteousness. That’s it. That’s what we are thirsty for. We’re thirsty for a clean conscience. We crave a clean slate. We yearn for a fresh start. We pray for a hand that will enter the dark carvern of our world and do for us the one thing we can’t do for ourselves — make us right again.
Create in me a pure heart, God, and make my spirit right again.
The Applause of Heaven, Max Lucado