I love French bread. And ‘pain au raisin’ – when I stayed in France for a little while, I got TOTALLY hooked on them, and I discovered the best patisseries for them. Now I can only think back and drool! The best are nowhere close here in UK!
But my craving is nothing compared to the tortuous, parching thirst suffered by someone lost in a desert. That’s the sort of desperation David was talking about in Psalm 63. But it wasn’t water he was in need of – though he had doubtless suffered that lack from time to time – but the presence of God.
If I’m honest, that heart-aching longing is not something I experience much of. More often, I have to exercise self-discipline to persuade myself to spend time with God. With a comfortable western lifestyle, it’s easy to be satiated, or distracted, and just not desperate enough.
But maybe there is a clue in verse 2 – “I have seen you in the sanctuary and beheld your power and you’re glory…” The more we taste and experience God, the more we want it; the more hungry we get for his presence. That is when his love is better than life itself: when we get lost in wonder, love and praise. Pressing in to God, pushing through any barriers to discovering his presence, will give us a taste. As we persevere to cling to him, his hand will draw us in to himself (v8). Then, we will, like David, never want to let go. Only then will we discover how richly satisfying is his precious love and awesome presence – like nothing else we can ever taste on this earth.