I often imagine what my would have been like if I didn't have hope in Christ. What would I be living for if I didn't have hope in the coming King? I'm sure like the rest of the world I will do my best to block that out and just fix my hope on immediate gratifications. I imagine I would be dreaming about the next vacation to this or that place. I would be thinking about how I was going to fill my weekends so I would feel like I am doing something worthwhile with my life. The latest gadgets always seem to brighten up people's lives for a short while. But in the big scheme of things what would get me out of bed every morning other than sheer habit and necessity to pay my bills and continue "living". Why am I here? For what reason do I endure life when things start to unravel? The fact that the world continues to plug along without ever coming anywhere closer to answering this fundamental questions for existence is a mystery to me. You would think that after thousands of years of philosophizing about life and also thousands of years of scientific inquiry that the world would be at least a little closer to answering that question. What a depressing thought, to not know why you need to get up each day. How would I have adjusted if Christ did not open my eyes in 1983? What vacation spot, what weekend activity, what gadget or sports team would have filled that gnawing voice in me for my reason to live?
1 Tim 4:10
For to this end we toil and strive, because we have our hope set on the living God, who is the Savior of all people, especially of those who believe.
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