This is Buddy. At least that’s my name for him.
I meet Buddy during the work week at the Tualatin Hills Nature Park for lunch. I’ll call to him in my best squirrel dialect and he comes right up to my car for a lunch of soy nuts, crispy Chinese noodles, and Honey Nut Cheerios. Sometimes he even waits for me next to my usual parking space.
Buddy is eager to receive my gifts, but he has no interest in any kind of real relationship with me. I talk to him, but he doesn’t answer. I give him food; he eats and runs. He wants what I have to offer, but he doesn’t want me.
Buddy is a lot like many people I know. They want God to feed them, take care of them in a jam, answer their prayers, help when their children are sick or a parent is dying, but they don’t want Him. They want the gifts, not the Giver.
What does the Giver want? a relationship with you.
In Him was life, and the life was the light of men. And the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it (John 1:4-5).