From C.S. Lewis’s The Screwtape Letters:
He’s a hedonist at heart. All those fasts and vigils and stakes and crosses are only a facade. Or only like foam on the seashore. Out at sea, out in His sea, there is pleasure, and more pleasure. He makes no secret of it; at His right hand are ‘pleasures for evermore’. Ugh! I don’t think he has the least inkling of that high and austere mystery to which we rise in the Miserific Vision. He’s vulgar, Wormwood. He has a bourgeois mind. He has filled His world full of pleasures. There are things for humans to do all day long without His minding in the least — sleeping, washing, eating, drinking, making love, playing, praying, working. Everything has to be twisted before it’s any use to us. We fight under the cruel disadvantages. Nothing is naturally on our side.
O Lord, let all our pleasures be an ultimate delighting in You as our supreme satisfaction. May everything we do be for your glory, whether we sit or rise, eat or drink, work or play. Keep us from having our pleasures twisted. Keep us from delighting in the gifts more than the Giver. Be our complete desire, Jesus. Be our true pleasure.