Please Tell Me There Is More Than This

So things are picking up slowly but surely at the new restaurant (and I emphasize the word 'slowly'). I have started to find my way there, had some incredibly slow shifts along with some decent nights. I am sitting here at Starbucks doing some reading, and consequently, some thinking. I've been thinking about the image of God on each one of us. I've been thinking about what the girl sitting across from me is reading entitled 'Do Me'. Is that making her think? Maybe. But more and more I've been thinking about reality and what it means to be human. And I'm also thinking about that annoying two-top I had last night.
I'm working on a paper on John Calvin's view on the image of God, which, for me is like a semi-vacation. Somewhere in his writing, he mentioned something that reminded me of an ancient philosopher named Anselm. Anselm is known for his proof of the existence of God which basically says that we all have something within ourselves which desires and aches for something grander than the life we experience on a day to day basis. This longing should show us that there is a reality we are wanting, aching for that was planted in us by none other than God.
Say what you will about Anselm, I love this thought. More than helping me think, this thought helps me live. I need to know that even the best times I have had in my life (and I feel like I've had some GREAT times) are only a shade and a shadow of what I was really created to live like. Deep down no matter how 'content' we are or can be with a two car garage, two-and-a-half kids and a BMW, none of us are completely content.
If you don't believe me, you should come to work with me some day. The new restaurant is in one of the most wealthy communities in our nation. Poverty means driving a domestic car. I'm not lying. Last night, I had a table of four who 'had it all'. They were in town to ride a bike race this morning, in shape and good looking, all of them. Clearly they had quite a bit of money, as they droned on about what super-wealthy parties they had attended. They were putting on a great front. All seemed perfect in their little worlds.
Then one of the ladies gave it away. 'Tell the owner (who, of course, is a close personal friend of theirs) that one of these cheeses is just so common and bourgeois'. Wow. Really? Something tells me that Anselm was right all those years ago. No matter how sleek and 'happy' we seem to be in our lives, we long for something more. We need something more. We are longing for our Maker.
Anselm wrote this: 'I sought after goodness, and lo, here is turmoil; I was going towards God, and I was my own impediment. I sought for peace within myself, and in the depths of my heart I found trouble and sorrow.' I think he was right. One more thing he wrote:

Let me seek you by desiring you,
and desire you by seeking you;
let me find you by loving you,
and love you in finding you.

Anselm was right.