In a previous post I touched on the subject of the human heart or soul as being the source of our actions, whether for good or evil. I also mentioned the theological concept that all of humanity has been separated from God through sin, i.e., we have all missed the mark of God’s highest standards for our lives, as individuals and as nations. Finally, I referred to the historical life and death of Jesus Christ as God’s way of reconciling Himself to all of humanity.
Life on this earth, as we know and understand it, is not a permanent thing. We are born, we live, and we die. There is no exact timetable in that process. But it does bring up many, many questions as to the why of our existence. Life literally begs the question, “Who am I?”
Now, it would be quite natural for me to launch into an exhaustive expose, from my perspective, concerning the purpose of why we are born, why we live, and why we die. Suffice to mention that the answers to those questions are readily available to those who diligently seek truth. However, that is not the primary purpose of this post. Instead, I am offering a mind-bender for you to ponder.
I want to briefly touch on how we view ourselves in comparison to how others view us. I would also like to suggest that neither of these viewpoints is ultimately correct. Your perception of yourself, at best, is inaccurate. And, yes, that expensive shrink you visit each week does not perceive you accurately either – not even close.
The significance of being insignificant in the big picture cannot be overstated.
Sometimes, as human beings, we become so full of ourselves that we fail to realize who we are in the larger scope of life as we understand it. So much more to our universe than the human mind can even conceive. If anything, our own infinitesimal existence, compared to the timeless, endless span of the universe, should bring a certain degree of genuine humility rather than pride and arrogance in our own accomplishments.
I would like to briefly talk about the recent tragedy in Las Vegas and similar incomprehensible acts of evil that have occurred in Canada and around the world. Although I was made aware of a number of terrible events, in a recent telephone conversation with my mom, I purposely avoided reading or watching the news concerning the aforementioned until this morning.
This morning I woke up feeling a little out of sorts. My dreams were a bit of a mishmash of movies that I had recently watched and real life experiences all thrown together in a high-speed blender. The colours and seeming distortion of people and events was rather psychedelic almost like an impressionist painting.
I have learned over many years to pay attention to my dreams – no matter how bizarre they may be. I am certain that there is some sort of scientific explanation for our dreams and many old wives tales as to their meaning, nevertheless, I also believe that God can and does communicate to us through our dreams.
In the last days, God says, I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your young men will see visions, your old men will dream dreams. Acts 2:15 NIV
Recently, during some of my road rides, I have felt drawn to stop at some of the war memorials around Regina, and the smaller communities nearby. These memorials have caused me to think acutely aboutall those soldiers who gave their lives over two world wars (and others) to keep Canada strong and free.
It is so easy to take for granted all the blessings we have as a nation. I thank God for those brave men and women who gave up their lives in service of their country. They, and their families, suffered unspeakable horror, devastation, and loss in order that we might live in peace.
This particular memorial is located in the small community of Grand Coulee, Saskatchewan.