Psalm 73

But as for me, my feet had almost stumbled;
my steps had nearly slipped.
For I was envious of the arrogant;
I saw the prosperity of the wicked.
For they have no pain;
their bodies are sound and sleek.
They are not in trouble as others are;
they are not plagued like other people.
Therefore pride is their necklace;
violence covers them like a garment.
Their eyes swell out with fatness;
their hearts overflow with follies.
They scoff and speak with malice;
loftily they threaten oppression.
They set their mouths against heaven,
and their tongues range over the earth.

I am envious.

I envy artists, old money, fine clothes, beauty, style...

It is mostly ephemera.

Many who I envy are troubled and unhappy.

We are all hungry and often settle for a sugar rush.

But we need something much more substantial.

We have been invited to a feast.

Psalm 73