We were made by God and we were made for God.
We were made to live in the light. We were made to stand brightly.
“No one after lighting a lamp covers it with a jar or puts it under a bed, but puts it on a stand, so that those who enter may see the light.”-Luke 8:16.
I often wonder what nonbelievers and atheists believe about the beginning and the end of life and all the little things in between. Do they believe that we just suddenly come to be, and then we suddenly cease to exist and float off into purgatory? Or do they think that our souls remain on earth somehow, to give peace to the ones we leave behind? As they walk through life and all of its pain, do they believe we were just made to live in complete sorrow and thats all there is to it? Do they believe we were made for this darkness? This cacophony of brokenness that falls clumsily on one another and creates even more pain? Were we made to be nothing more than just a bunch of sad people, clumsily stumbling through the darkness, foolishly grappling for satisfaction in transient things? I am heartbroken for anyone who has gone one second believing any of these weightless views.
We were made to live in the light. We were made to know what it feels like to be broken and then healed, over and over again. We were made to know suffering, but to never lose sight of the light at the end of it all. We were made to run with glory in our hearts and joy enveloping every shred of pain, in a world made of paper people who have glued themselves to the ground. We were made to pick them up and teach them to fly.
Jesus never intended for us to live in the mud, gasping for breath, crying out for something more. He intended to drench us in light and surround us in love.
He gives us this choice everyday. Everyone is invited. He doesn’t even require that you RSVP. He just wants you to come. He just wants to be with you.
Look down. Do you see those shackles you have tightly secured around your ankles? He can break them, if you want. Put your hand on your chest. Do you feel that tiny little tap? That little heart thats barely beating? He can fill it to overflowing. Look in the mirror. Do you see all that sadness staring back at you? He can replace that with a palpable joy.
He wants to.
We were made to stand brightly. We were made to fly.
So lets fly.