
It hits everyone at some time in their life. The big question. Why am I here? What is the purpose of my existence? I for one refused to let go of the question until I got an answer.
After observing the seeming futility of human existence in the face of war and hatred and famine and disease, I became fiercely unwilling to acquiesce to the “just go along with it and don’t ask questions” mentality of the world. I was not created a lemming and I would not live my life as if I had been, fated to tumble off some unseen abyss into a nevernever land of meaninglessness. If there was no transcendent meaning to life, I did not want to live it. To do so would make life a sad joke played by a ridiculous excuse for a God. On the other hand, if God did exist, I was going to get an answer from Him on this most important question and, hopefully, fulfill what it was He created me to do.
Last newsletter, we dealt with the fundamental question of why evil exists. Now we want to examine what, in the face of evil, we are meant to do with our lives here on earth.