If we do not believe in God little in life makes sense. Life becomes situations where the only response could be to ask why. I found the more I tried to find out the why of things, the more questions popped up. I existed in the circle of questions. Without acceptance of God, there are no answers.
Some say that man invented God. It would make some sense if man invented life or miracles in life like the iris, the squirrel or the ocean. We didn’t. We are the highest level of intelligence in the world and yet we can’t explain love or a rainbow or a duck. We think ourselves intelligent, but what do we know of anything. We can attest to our own experiences in life, but we cannot explain our own existence.
It is springtime. The bright sun, the bright flowers and the bright blue sky demonstrate a power greater than ourselves. We did not design this beautiful planet, yet we give little testament to its Creator. We are responsible for a lot wrong in our world, but we seldom take the blame. In fact, we pass it on to the Creator. We blame easily. We thank seldom.
Who do we think we are? Our ego is a phenonmenon that challenges description. How can a lowly being claim to be all he thinks about? How can we think we are above others when the similarities are striking. We are capable of great acts and just as capable of barbarous acts. We can love with abandon and hate with a vengence.
The only life that makes sense to me (after a lot of years chasing false gods) is one of following the One Who Is All. The only happiness I garnered is in helping others and forgetting myself. There is a God and I’m not He. Let me give thanks and praise to the one true God who gives us the spring and winter and loves us enough to teach us the hard way. I can relax now and listen to the still small voice. Ahhh, it is so much easier to live a life that makes sense.