My five senses are wired for pleasure. By God. Here’s what has me convinced…

The smell of freshly baked cinnamon rolls or a ribeye steak on the grill.

The taste of either of the above.

Hearing a beautiful voice (not me) singing or one of my children saying, “I love you, daddy.”

The sight of a sunset filled with brilliant yellows, oranges, golds, peaches and purples…a tropical beach…a full moon…the Rocky Mountains…a beautiful woman.

The feel of the warm sun on a cool day…a hot shower…a hug from my dad (which I haven’t felt for almost four years)…making love to my wife.

The desire for pleasure is perfectly legitimate. We were made for it. There’s a problem though.

More tomorrow…