What is this aching, yearning for something more than my circumstances? Why is there this burden of rising above the terms of life I have set before me? It is just by chance that I feel this way? Could there be a purpose to me? To us?
If 'no', then why BE at all? If we are simply molecules producing molecules then why produce Thought? Art? Love? Randomness is too easy. It is a cop out. There must be design in this existence. Beauty. Pain. Desire. Hurt. Joy... Thought? These must amount to more than firing neurons dancing in the hemispheres of our minds.
Oh, God, how Logic has tried to deny you through reason and elementary process, but you reveal your nature there as well. Time and time again, when science illuminates the darkest corners of our ponderings you step gently into the light beckoning us forward.
But what to make of this Beaconing? Is it into deeper knowledge of chemicals and forces of physics? I think not. Perhaps, this Calling placed upon us is relational. If someone beyond my understanding molded all that I know out of nothing but decided to use part of Himself for MY creation, I ultimately cannot escape the fact that I am created for the purpose of pursuit.
So I will run to His Love. But I fear that is not enough. For if I am made from THE image of Love than I am bound to the duties of Love. Love that which is received must also be given. I cannot anchor my feet in the River and bathe in the endless waters. I must carry this Love back to the villages. For the Love I was given is missional. It cannot be contained. So I will flood all that I see with what was given to me.
Will you join me?
