We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
"From the moment a creature becomes aware of God as God and of itself as self, the terrible alternative of choosing God or self for the centre is opened to it."
"All that we call human history--money, poverty, ambition, war, prostitution, classes, empires, slavery--[is] the long terrible story of man trying to find something other than God which will make him happy."
Good quote. Although if you look to God to make you happy, you are going to be disappointed at least some of the time. He doesn't care about our happiness, only about our struggles towards holiness.
On a day like today when I am neither happy nor righteous, when God seems far off, I feel pretty sympathetic to people who choose the near at hand, more concrete pleasures of money, comfort, etc.
So easy to love God the day you see your child born, or their life is saved from a terrible illness.
Harder to choose and keep choosing God when there is no light at the end of the tunnel. But better to live in hope, to have faith in things unseen, than to settle for even the most comfortable fleshpots. Always liked that Dickinson poem about how hope is the thing with feathers...to choose God is to choose hope:
"Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chilliest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me." Emily Dickinson
However, I don't think it is Scripturally accurate to say that God cares nothing for our happiness. He cares a great deal for our happiness, but on His terms. What makes us happy may grieve Him a great deal. As possessor of all knowledge, he really does know better than us what will make us truly happy.
In Genesis, Abraham asks God, "Will not the Judge of the Earth do right?"