For the majority of my life, my attention and affection was given towards things that never had a chance of completely satisfying or fulfilling me. Pursuing and obtaining such things was never enough. They always left me wanting more.

If my team was winning, I wanted them to win more. If my yearly salary was growing, I wanted it to grow more. If my influence was expanding, I wanted it to expand more.

Attention from the opposite sex, I wanted more. Air Jordans, I wanted more. Approval from my parents, I wanted more.

I could go on and on about the various things I gave my energies to in hopes of them satisfying me, but the point is simply this, nothing truly satisfied me.

And then, I discovered the gospel.

I didn’t find church. I didn’t find religion. I didn’t find “God.”

Through a series of events, messages, people, books, and, most importantly, the power of the Holy Spirit, my eyes were opened to see and receive the gospel of Jesus Christ.

The relieving declaration that God saves sinners. The glorious announcement that I could be reconciled to God through faith in the life, death, burial, and resurrection of Jesus Christ. The beautiful proclamation that I could be seen as a just in the eyes of a Holy God. This is the gospel. This is the good news.

The encompassing pronouncement that through faith in Jesus Christ, the penalty of my sin could be paid, the stain of my sin could be cleansed and the righteous requirement of the law could be fulfilled. This is the gospel. This is the good news.

And as a result of my continual affirmation and reception of this good news, I now find myself living in a reality that had eluded me for over 25 years. I am content.