So the question I’m posing tonight is… Why?
I’m not asking what you think, I’m not asking why me?, or why do bad things happen?, or why is this world so messed up?… I’m not asking those questions because they’ve been asked, and for the most part answered for me in the past. What I’m asking is a more opened question, one that if we can grasp just might change every minute of everyday of the rest of our lives.
My question is why live? Why should we be here right now, or tomorrow? If we know life is tough, people are going to hurt us, we’re going to mess up- then why? Why even bother. Why engage in friendship with purpose? Why go to work each day, even when the day before was too much to handle? Why forgive that person one more time, when everything in you says you’re being taken as a fool?
I don’t know why. I don’t know what other people would answer to this, or if they can even put in words their true heart emotions towards this question.
Here’s what I know. There’s nothing in this world that we will EVER go through that could come within miles of the amount of pain, anquish, hurt, disappointment, and despair that our Creator willed apon His Son. Why would a loving Father ever do that to his one and only Son? The only answer that makes sense to me is that there must have been a greater purpose to the plan. Imagine what in the world it would take for you to chose for your only child to be nailed to a cross, beaten, and killed while being mocked for even mentioning a tie to you. What would it take? Really, what would it take for you to choose that?
Shalom… God’s plan from the beginning for each of us. Peace… not the kind that happens after a fight with your husband, or after the toddler in you home finally crashes. Shalom is like a lake at the top of a mountain that is so untouched that it flawlessly reflects every ounce of creation around it through it’s glassy top. Now apply that to a person, and it’s almost impossible to picture. So what happened? Sin entered the world, and infects everyone- the only release of an infection like this is death. Our Creator is so grieved by the sin in our lives, that He wills his only Son to pay the price for our sins on the cross. When we personally understand that, we admit our sin, accept Christ’s payment, and begin a close intimate relationship with our Creator- the one who knew us before we knew ourselves, who loves us more that a mother loves a baby, or a husband loves a wife. We expierence pursuit by the One who smiles when we think of them, knows every thought is our head, cries with us EVERYTIME we hurt.
So that’s salvation, as I understand it. How does that apply to “why”? If that’s true, God’s plan is shalom and sin wrecked any possibility of expierencing it to it’s fullest intent while we’re here in this world, then why bother.
Today I was in my office, getting “ministry” done. Distracted and overwhelmed by the busyiness of the tasks that were piling up- I picked up the phone to make a call. I relized that the line was quiet when I picked up so I said hello. On this line was a person needing to talk, a person needing to talk so much that he didn’t really care who was on the other line, he started pouring out his soul. It was the end of the line for him. He was done. Life had ended, and he had choose to close the book. What could I possibly say to that? What do you say to someone who has NO hope. Someone who sees nothing worth anything in this world.
So I listened. I spoke little, I don’t know really what I said. I tried to give some hope, and I somehow got him to accept medical attention… but I just listened. I don’t have a great end to this post… I don’t know how it ends. So tonight I’m praying for that man, and for myself to figure out, and solidify like concrete in my mind and heart the answer to the question “why”?
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