The meaning of life. By Faith Bogdan

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As promised, the meaning of life....

The meaning (essence) of life is relationship. Everything is in relationship--from subatomic particles to parts of a cell to numbers to stars and galaxies. It takes things being in proper relationship to make for harmony--on a micro and macro level.

Humans are also in relationship with each other, of course. Only it's no longer so proper, as it used to be. We were once so transparent we could walk around unclothed with total abandon. There was complete trust--no head games. We really--really--knew how to love each other.

Then some little devil sold us a lie that we could do this own our own, be our own god, master the art of relationship without the instruction of the ultimate Artist. And we've been frantically hiding behind fig leaves ever since.

Now it's all about covering for ourselves. Protecting the great Me, hiding behind masks, building walls for the preservation of the vast empire of Self.

It was better in the garden of Others, being ruled by the One who turned our faces upward and our arms outward from day one. He knew that was the only way we'd be happy.

But no, we told ourselves. We know how to be others-centered on our own.

How's that working out for us?

Patient, He is. He came to show us how, once again. He allowed himself to be stripped of all the fig leaves we tried so desperately to cover him with, laid bare to reveal a heart willing to die to bring us back into proper relationship. With Him, and with each other.

Some dare follow.
Written (and used with permission) by my good friend and fellow-writer, Faith Bogdan. You will be wise to visit her blog and enjoy her practical insights. http://www.faithbogdan.com

Comments

Rick Gray said…
Thank you Rebekah for sharing and thank you Faith for writing "The meaning of life".
October 26, 2011 at 5:28 PM
Casseday said…
I too believe that the true meaning of life is really that simple. We sure do our best to make things far more complicated!
October 28, 2011 at 9:40 PM
Rebekah Trittipoe said…
If we only lived as instructed: "And what does the LORD require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God." Micah 6:8
October 29, 2011 at 10:00 AM
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