I became a Christian three years ago after a lifetime of atheism, and I came in starving. I'd spent thirty years chasing meaning in every wrong place - money, achievement, relationships, substances. Everything left me hollow.
Suddenly discovering Jesus, I wanted to consume the Bible, attend every study, know everything about theology. I was a spiritual infant, and Peter gets this: newborn believers have genuine hunger. 'Like newborn infants, crave pure spiritual milk so that by it you may grow up in your salvation.'
But here's what's humbling: I'm still doing it. After three years, I'm still ravenously reading, still hungry, still trying to consume all understanding at once. My pastor gently said that maybe the goal isn't to stuff myself with Bible knowledge but to let the nourishment actually transform me.
I've slowed down. Instead of reading six chapters a day, I sit with one passage and journal and pray. My hunger hasn't diminished - but it's become more mature. Instead of wanting to know EVERYTHING, I want to be known by God. That shift, from information-hungry to transformation-hungry, is what growing up in faith actually means.
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