This past weekend, I spent the majority of my time reading a certain trilogy of books (of which the first movie comes out in March), and oh my, was the story just incredible. By the time that I had started the third book, however, I was forced to put it down out of my own conviction... guilt set in, and I had no idea why. I felt awful, and I didn't even know where to put the blame of the wrenching pit in my stomach. Finally, I realized it was because I had literally become engrossed* by these books (*having all one's attention or interest absorbed by someone or something; to gain or keep exclusive possession of). I was convicted over the fact that I was so consumed by these stories, the characters, and the cliff-hangers at the end of each chapter that I had come to a place where I absolutely needed to know what happened next and would stop at nothing to finish the series.
It was then that I knew what was wrong: the all consuming feeling that I was experiencing was completely misplaced. Those books had gained my exclusive attention for a few solid days... they were all I could think about, talk about, and even dream about (and I had some seriously weeeeird dreams, in case you were wondering). The book series in and of itself was not bad - in fact, I really loved them - but the way that they had enraptured my mind and my attention was pretty unhealthy.
I realized that the way that I felt about these books is the way that I should feel about Jesus alone. I believe we are called to be consumed, engrossed, and captivated by our Savior. That HE should be the thing that we constantly think about, talk about, and dream about....