Is there going to be story about Jesus?

Yesterday I was listening to a podcast, in which two women were discussing books they had read recently. One was talking about a book that had chronicled a woman's journey with IVF, and all the complicated emotions that brought. The reviewer commented that it was a pretty raw account, including a lot of the doubt that is often not found in books like these: the feelings of wanting to focus on her career instead, and the guilt that came with that.

The podcaster's colleague asked if the woman ended up having a baby, and said that she sort of hoped she didn't. Because her experience was that often in situations where you kind of decide that everything will be fixed if I can just ... rarely worked out well. It often, in her experience, ended in depression. 

A little later in the morning, I was at church, taking the kids to another room to tell them a story. One of them said: 'Is there going to be a story about Jesus?'

Re-read that line. Read it with the same tone you'd find in 'did you really buy me a shiny new car for my birthday?' The session proceeded in the same way: here was a kid who was so hungry for Jesus. He just wanted more. In the end, I told the story I'd brought, then another one, and then read some more bible to him. He has a pretty difficult life in some ways, and had, at the age of 10, identified that he needed Jesus in his life. 

Later as I was reflecting on my day, filtered through the lens of various social media... it occurred to me. When I was about 20, there was a strong message within Christianity, that if you were discontent, if you had a deep longing for something, it was actually probably God who was the only thing that could fill that emptiness. 

But I don't hear that so much anymore. I hear that we can basically do all the things we want in order to meet the needs that we think God put in us. Feel like you are not the biological sex you were born? Fine! Feel like you are same-sex attracted? Fine! I'm sure there are others. And we now have the technology, and the political power to be whoever we want to be. And recreate God in our image.

What happened to the knowledge that our deepest desires were met in Jesus?

Why are we Christians not even telling ourselves that?

Why does it take an atheist book reviewer to remind me of that?

Is there going to be a story about Jesus?