I was just getting ready for tonight – I attempt to lead a small group for a bunch of middle school boys. I was just trying to plan out what I am going to teach the guys tonight and I realized that I have a problem. I don't understand what I want to teach. :( Kind of ironic if you think about it.
The question that I've been thinking about and am having a difficult time answering satisfactorily, is the question of "why?" Why am I alive? Now before you lash me with, "You haven't figured that out yet?" do you truly know the answer?
Because asking yourself the question "why" is a haunting task. Not just because of what the answer may be, but because of all that it may imply. I suppose that most fall short of truly asking. They may wonder or pause to think for a moment on why they happen to have the breath we call life, but I'm certain that very few honestly ask, hoping for an answer.
But I am asking. Why do I exist? The answer cannot simply be found in such a circular idea as to perpetuate humanity. I know that I have been designed to serve a great purpose, but there must be a "why" to all that. Why did God so choose to make me?
I can give interesting and compelling answers to the question of purpose, but not to the questioning of why God gave me life? I do not understand. Perhaps I'm not supposed to find a satisfactory answer. Perhaps it's another one of those unattainable mysteries of God.
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You are alive to be LOVED by your Creator. He created you because he can, and you are here to be loved by Him, to love Him, and to love others in return. Maybe that is too simplistic, but I have never been able to identify any other reason that any of us are here. God doesn't need us here, he can do everything without us here, so the only conclusion that seems logical to me is that we are here just because He can create life and wanted us to enjoy His Creation and Him.
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