The Meaning Of Life

 

The Meaning Of Life

     Why am I here?  What am I supposed to be doing?  Why does this life seem so empty?  I am not happy.  All I see is suffering in this world.  Nobody cares about me.  Everyday is the same.  Money doesn’t make me happy anymore.  Stuff is just stuff.  People come in and pass out of my life.  I am so lonely.

     Lonely.  Alone is the root.  We were not made to be alone.  It gnaws at us.  It waits for our sleeping eyes to first open in the morning.  It follows us throughout the day convincing us we are not worthy of friendship.  Alone is a giant leech slowly sucking our will to live.

     When I was eight, my family took a summer vacation up to Basswood Lake in Minnesota.  My dad agreed to paint the owner’s house while he let us use his cabin.  Hence, I had plenty of time in the day to wait for him till we could go fishing after his day’s painting was done.

     One day while wading in front of the cabin, I found a long leech.  Scooping it up with my hands, I transferred it to a five-gallon bucket.  Its thin body threatened to climb out.  Most leeches for fishing were five inches long.  This one was four times in length!  Not being suitable for a hook, I showed my dad and threw it back in the lake.

     Wow!  Do we have long leeches attached to our backs?  With every excitement and zest for living, it is there to drain our energy as we experience the growing cold of depression. Numbness sets in as Isolation comes to call.  Turning our cares to self, we close in.  Again, no one cares and we are alone.

     “It is not good for man to be alone.”  Neither is it great for women either.  We are spiritual creatures.  We have basic needs of togetherness, belonging.  But all the friends in the world doesn’t fill the void.  Like trapped under ice, we see but our emotional cries are deadened to those about.  Suicide taunts.  A quick escape from the hurt.

     We hurt.  We have been abandoned.  Even since birth.  Family relationships don’t fill us.  Quite often they fail.  Tensions even leave us without our mother and father.  We question the meaning of our lives.  There must be more than running from the pain.

     Again.  We are spiritual beings.  Our inner self quests to be known and understood but no person can be that perceptive and fulfilling.  Only God can.

     He created us to enjoy Him.  He sent Jesus to us to further explain Him.  He knows the heartache only He can satisfy.  That’s why He calls it adoption.  He offers and we choose.  From this primal friendship of belongness, all others emanate.

     The meaning of this life is to know God.

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