a well lived bland life
What is the point? Does everything have a purpose? Is life a meaningless series of events ultimately leading to death and nothingness? Or is there a reason why you and I exist? Is there an omnicient, omnipotent, loving, justful, and ever-present God? May seem like a strange way to start out, but they're questions that we all have to address at some point in our lives. Even if you never ask yourself these questions, you're still going to make unconscience decisions on them through the way you live your life. What brings about this theological point you ask? Saturday I attended a friend's grandmother's visitation and these are questions that, although wasn't my first bout with them, came to the table. Something I've always been intrigued by is browsing the whole of someone's life. There was a bulletin board with an arrangement of pictures covering the woman's life. Starting from an old faded black and white photo from her childhood, going through a precession of individuals, loved ones, children, and grandchildren and ending with a modern photo of her sometime before her departure from this earth. As these events tend to do, I started to ponder my own demise. Everything we strive for in this life will mean nothing after our death which could occur at any moment with out warning. Your new car, your new jeans, the trivial conflict you're having with a friend, the girl who's favor you strive to win, none of these things will be there after death. The visitation was about 2 and a half hours away and five of us plus baby made the journey in the car. Part way on the way home we discussed our feeling and thoughts about the visitation and death in general. A few of us commented that when being around an open casket you sense an emptiness in the lifeless body that lays there. More so than just being an organism such as a squirrel or dog that has passed, but it seems to be more noticable with humans. It really makes you consider the presence of the breath of God in us, or having a Godly spirit in each of us. Personally I believe that things in our lives don't have to be meaningless or empty as I mentioned before. Although many things we strive after in this life are meaningless and will mean absolutely crap after death. But through God we will gain permanence in our works and faith through our children and what we pass to them and through enternal life in Him. My friend's grandmother may have died, but her lineage, memory, values and beliefs that she professed will live on through her children, children's children, and children's children's children. "For all our days pass away under your wrath; we bring our years to and end like a sigh. The years of our life are seventy, or even by reason of strength eighty; yet their span is but toil and trouble; they are soon gone, and we fly away. Who considers the power of your anger, and your wrath according to the fear of you? So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom. Return, O Lord! How long? Have pity on your servants! Satisfy us in the morning with your steadfast love, that we may rejoice and be glad all our days. Make us glad for as many days as you have afflicted us, and for as many years as we have seen evil. Let your work be shown to your servants, and your glorius power to their children. Let the favor of the Lord our God be upon us, and establish the work of our hands upon us; yes, establish the work of our hands!" Psalm 90:9-17
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