When life’s got you nostrils flaring, saying all the cuss words, and adding in “and another thing is” frustrated, what’s your go-to comfort?
Now, I’ll pause here. Let me define comfort.
The first definition of comfort on Definition.com is: to soothe in time of affliction or distress.
Is it just me who finds the definition of ‘comfort’ comforting?
About eight or more years ago, I decided to switch all floury, sugary sweets for dark chocolate. Cookies. Ice cream. All the kinds of cake. Replaced with chunks of dark chocolate.
Sweets, for me, most of the time, indicated I needed comfort and hoped to find it there.
Rarely did it work.
Now, I had dark chocolate to rely on instead. A couple squares whenever a craving, or temptation hit. Something that truly tasted lovely, could be savored, and even offered health benefits.
It worked. I mean, it genuinely worked.
I know. No one was more surprised than me.
Dark chocolate was such a quality replacement to those empty sweet treats.
It tastes delicious. I feel good after eating it. And there’s a dark chocolate in the world for every price point.
Here’s the thing with Jesus: you can’t get too much. You can’t overindulge, or need more than you should have, or make yourself sick on it. That’s true.
Here’s what I’m saying to anyone looking for comfort right now:
Jesus is dark chocolate, only better.
I call on Jesus regularly, hundreds of times a in a day. Anything from genuine prayers of repentance and counsel to, “Lord, would you please get this dum-dum off the road before he hurts someone? Or himself? Like, now? Please?”
I call on Jesus for all moods, all feels, all instances.
When I’m angry: What is happening? Where ARE You? Fix this.
When I’m sad: Lord. I can’t. I need you. Please stay with me.
When I’m happy: woot-woot, thank you Lord! Praise be to God!
I am literally yet to meet a moment Jesus doesn’t apply to. All the every day, the banal, the mundane. That late bill, that infuriating person, that toddler with sticky hands gripping the dog’s fur. Through my own experience of trial, and error, He’s in for every dull, ordinary, impossible, amazing moment available.
Today, I’m sharing this because I’m being reminded of my own need for Him. Embroiled in a years-long struggle with someone who I cannot actually ignore or block, today’s got me leaning on Jesus something fierce.
It’s also got me wanting dark chocolate by the fistful. The expensive kind. I mean it’s bad. It needs that much comfort.
If you’re someone who needs comfort right now, I want to throw the Jesus-option out there for you.
Here’s more good news: you don’t have to be a church-goer, a baptized Christian, or even someone who believes in God.
There was this man, who lived on earth, taught lessons of love and kindness, and died a bloody, sacrificial death because He wanted to save us. All of us.
You think He cares what you call yourself or what you believe in?
If you need holding up, He’s a great place to lean. I’m not saying He’ll fix it, or that anything will change. That’s not the point. The point is comfort.
There is something so deeply comforting about a God who never flees, never abandons, never throws up His hands and says, “You’ve been on about this for hours. I’m out.”
And unlike dark chocolate, He never runs out and He costs nothing.
Praying for you and me today, friend, that we find the Jesus who just wants to sit next to us, and hold hands through all the hard. The One who nods, and says, “yep, yep” and can’t wear out, and never gets tired. The One who walked this earth, when some horrible things went down, and Who can say, with a straight-face, “Oh, I know people. They can be the absolute worst.” And then goes back to listening, and staying close, and loving you.
Because nothing scares Him off, and nothing is more than He can handle.
And God is such a quality replacement, the replacement for all those temporary hits of hope, or confidence, or pleasure we’re finding in all the wrong places.
Today, I pray we all find the Jesus who genuinely is better than chocolate.
Also, I pray we find fistfuls of dark chocolate because that doesn’t hurt either. It’s probably what Jesus would want.