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The Hunger We All Share
Let me be honest with you — I feel it too. The quiet ache for something that will not slip through my fingers. You may have felt it standing in a home you love, wondering how long you will be able to keep it. Or sitting across from someone dear to you, silently hoping this — this person, this warmth, this moment — will somehow stay. We are creatures who crave permanence in a world that seems allergic to it.
We upgrade our phones knowing there is already a newer model in a lab somewhere. We buy cars and watch them age. We build families and grieve when they scatter. We are living in an age of breathtaking, relentless change — and if we are truthful, it is exhausting. The world moves fast, and the fear of being left behind is very real. Technology does not wait. Culture does not pause. And yet, deep in the human soul, there is this ancient, stubborn longing: we want something to last.
This is not weakness. This is not nostalgia. This is something God placed in us — a homing signal pointed toward eternity.
There Is Something That Lasts
The scriptures speak directly into this hunger. “The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning” (Lamentations 3:20-23). Read that again slowly. Never ceases. Never. Not slowing down, not being replaced by a newer version, not contingent on how well you have kept up with the times. God’s love is not a product. It does not depreciate.
The psalmist declares, “His steadfast love endures forever” — and remarkably, that phrase appears over two dozen times in Psalm 136 alone, as if God is saying: in case you missed it, let me say it again. And again. And again. This is not accidental repetition. It is pastoral reassurance for people just like you and me, people who live surrounded by things that fade.
Here is what moves me most: God’s love is described as both eternal and new every morning. It does not grow stale. It is permanent and fresh simultaneously. In a world that forces us to choose between the reliable and the relevant, God’s love refuses that false choice. It is the one thing in the universe that is both.
But How Do We Actually Experience This?
This is the pastoral question that matters most, isn’t it? It is one thing to say God’s love is eternal. It is another to feel it on a Tuesday morning when the news is bad and your anxiety is high. So how do we move from knowing this truth to living inside it?
First, we must practise returning. Every morning is a mercy — and mercy, by its nature, must be received, not just acknowledged. Try beginning each day with a simple, honest prayer: “God, your love is new this morning. Help me receive it.” Not a long prayer. Not a polished prayer. Just an open hand.
Second, we must learn to notice. Where has God’s steadfast love shown up in the last twenty-four hours? In a conversation that surprised you with kindness? In a moment of unexpected peace? In the fact that you woke up at all? Gratitude is not a spiritual nicety — it is the practice of training our eyes to see what is lasting underneath what is changing.
Third, we must sit with scripture differently. Let Lamentations 3 or Psalm 136 wash over you not as information, but as a letter from someone who loves you. Read it aloud. Let it speak to the part of you that is tired of things not lasting.
Now — Become the Permanence Someone Else Needs
Here is the invitation I want to leave with you, and I say it as a challenge as much as an encouragement: the world around us is changing at a pace that leaves people disoriented and lonely. People are hungry for something steady. You can be that for them.
When you are rooted in a love that does not change, you become a person whose presence is itself a gift. You are not swept away by every cultural tide. You do not love people only when it is convenient. You show up — again, and again, and again. You become, in a small but profound way, a living sign of God’s steadfast love.
Practically, this looks like keeping your word even when it costs you. It looks like being the friend who checks in a month after the crisis, not just the week of. It looks like resisting the urge to move on from people who are slow to change or heal. It looks like being present — unhurried, undistracted, genuinely there.
The world does not need more noise or more novelty. It needs more people who are not going anywhere. More people who love like God loves — persistently, tenderly, new every morning.
So here is my gentle challenge to you this week:
Receive God’s love as something new each morning — not just a doctrine, but a daily gift.
Notice where permanence already shows up in your life, and give thanks for it.
Choose one person this week and be steadfast toward them in a specific, practical way.
In a world that is always changing, let us be anchored in the one thing that never does. And from that anchor, let us become a lasting presence for the people around us.
His steadfast love endures forever. And so can ours.
By Jos TharakanThe Hunger We All Share
Let me be honest with you — I feel it too. The quiet ache for something that will not slip through my fingers. You may have felt it standing in a home you love, wondering how long you will be able to keep it. Or sitting across from someone dear to you, silently hoping this — this person, this warmth, this moment — will somehow stay. We are creatures who crave permanence in a world that seems allergic to it.
We upgrade our phones knowing there is already a newer model in a lab somewhere. We buy cars and watch them age. We build families and grieve when they scatter. We are living in an age of breathtaking, relentless change — and if we are truthful, it is exhausting. The world moves fast, and the fear of being left behind is very real. Technology does not wait. Culture does not pause. And yet, deep in the human soul, there is this ancient, stubborn longing: we want something to last.
This is not weakness. This is not nostalgia. This is something God placed in us — a homing signal pointed toward eternity.
There Is Something That Lasts
The scriptures speak directly into this hunger. “The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning” (Lamentations 3:20-23). Read that again slowly. Never ceases. Never. Not slowing down, not being replaced by a newer version, not contingent on how well you have kept up with the times. God’s love is not a product. It does not depreciate.
The psalmist declares, “His steadfast love endures forever” — and remarkably, that phrase appears over two dozen times in Psalm 136 alone, as if God is saying: in case you missed it, let me say it again. And again. And again. This is not accidental repetition. It is pastoral reassurance for people just like you and me, people who live surrounded by things that fade.
Here is what moves me most: God’s love is described as both eternal and new every morning. It does not grow stale. It is permanent and fresh simultaneously. In a world that forces us to choose between the reliable and the relevant, God’s love refuses that false choice. It is the one thing in the universe that is both.
But How Do We Actually Experience This?
This is the pastoral question that matters most, isn’t it? It is one thing to say God’s love is eternal. It is another to feel it on a Tuesday morning when the news is bad and your anxiety is high. So how do we move from knowing this truth to living inside it?
First, we must practise returning. Every morning is a mercy — and mercy, by its nature, must be received, not just acknowledged. Try beginning each day with a simple, honest prayer: “God, your love is new this morning. Help me receive it.” Not a long prayer. Not a polished prayer. Just an open hand.
Second, we must learn to notice. Where has God’s steadfast love shown up in the last twenty-four hours? In a conversation that surprised you with kindness? In a moment of unexpected peace? In the fact that you woke up at all? Gratitude is not a spiritual nicety — it is the practice of training our eyes to see what is lasting underneath what is changing.
Third, we must sit with scripture differently. Let Lamentations 3 or Psalm 136 wash over you not as information, but as a letter from someone who loves you. Read it aloud. Let it speak to the part of you that is tired of things not lasting.
Now — Become the Permanence Someone Else Needs
Here is the invitation I want to leave with you, and I say it as a challenge as much as an encouragement: the world around us is changing at a pace that leaves people disoriented and lonely. People are hungry for something steady. You can be that for them.
When you are rooted in a love that does not change, you become a person whose presence is itself a gift. You are not swept away by every cultural tide. You do not love people only when it is convenient. You show up — again, and again, and again. You become, in a small but profound way, a living sign of God’s steadfast love.
Practically, this looks like keeping your word even when it costs you. It looks like being the friend who checks in a month after the crisis, not just the week of. It looks like resisting the urge to move on from people who are slow to change or heal. It looks like being present — unhurried, undistracted, genuinely there.
The world does not need more noise or more novelty. It needs more people who are not going anywhere. More people who love like God loves — persistently, tenderly, new every morning.
So here is my gentle challenge to you this week:
Receive God’s love as something new each morning — not just a doctrine, but a daily gift.
Notice where permanence already shows up in your life, and give thanks for it.
Choose one person this week and be steadfast toward them in a specific, practical way.
In a world that is always changing, let us be anchored in the one thing that never does. And from that anchor, let us become a lasting presence for the people around us.
His steadfast love endures forever. And so can ours.