By Rev. Eric Pyatt

There’s something burning in my bones like Jeremiah said—

“His word was in my heart like a fire, shut up in my bones. I was weary of holding it in; indeed, I could not.” (Jeremiah 20:9)

So I’ve got to release this word—because somebody’s been chasing pleasure, and God’s trying to reroute your pursuit.

Let me tell you:

The world chases pleasure to numb pain.
They drink to forget.
They scroll to escape.
They sleep around to feel alive.
They spend money they don’t have for validation they don’t need from people who don’t care.

But the truth is: pleasure without purpose is poison.
And what the world calls pleasure is just anesthesia for a wound only the presence of God can heal.

But TRUE pleasure?

It ain’t in the club.
It ain’t in the DMs.
It’s not in another hit, another high, or another handout.

TRUE pleasure is purpose.
True pleasure is peace with God.
True pleasure is being in the presence of Jesus—and knowing He calls you His.

Let me show you this through the lens of a woman whose name heaven recorded in fragrance, not fame.

Luke 7:36–50 — She walked into the room with an alabaster box,
but what she left with was wholeness.

She brought her brokenness, her shame, her past,
and broke it at His feet.

She didn’t pour it.
She didn’t measure it.
She broke it.

Because when you’ve been touched by His mercy,
you don’t give Him leftovers—
you give Him your best.

And Jesus turned toward her, not the religious ones.

Religion watches—worship weeps.
Pharisees analyze—she adored.
They judged—she poured.

She preached with her tears.
She ministered with her hair.
She gave Him what nobody else would:
her whole heart.

Hear me.

You’ve been chasing what you already have access to in Jesus:

• Peace.
• Pleasure.
• Purpose.

Psalm 16:11 says:

“In Your presence is fullness of joy,
and at Your right hand are pleasures forevermore.”

Not temporary.
Not artificial.
But forevermore.

Solomon had it all—riches, women, houses, status—
but in Ecclesiastes 2, he called it “meaningless.”

Because without God, even paradise becomes a prison.
But with God, even a broken room becomes a holy place.

The alabaster box was expensive.
But His presence was priceless.

Don’t let your pain make you settle for counterfeit peace.
Don’t let your broken past keep you from breaking your box at His feet.
Don’t let what people think about you keep you from what heaven knows about you.

Because when Jesus turns toward you, everything changes.

This is your moment.
Break it.
Worship.
Weep if you must.
But give Him all of it.

Because true pleasure is not in what you escape to—
it’s in who you run to.

And Jesus is waiting with open arms and a heart full of healing.

You don’t need another high.
You need His holy.