We had a wonderful Regency Picknick this last Sunday. Here we are!
James and Christian (Xian)
Tamalynn, Elva and Suzannah
Lauren and Me
Me!
There’s a strangeness in life, a subtlety that is deafening, yet it is so quite that only the few who yearn for it will find it; will realize it. I don’t think it has a name; neither does it have a place nor time. It is a being, an emotion; something that is, no matter what may happen in the world. It is present in each person from the lowly beggar to the mightiest of mighty. It is hard to talk of something that has no name, has no place nor has a time; yet it is more real to each traveler that sojourns on this earth than the bread and water that fills our bellies. Meaning. This is as close as one can get to name this enigma, yet each of us is knowingly or unknowingly intimate with it. Above all else we desire meaning. Why is this!? I can’t understand from the viewpoint of godlessness why we have this desire. If there is no God we have no meaning because meaning can only come from somewhere higher and greater than ourselves! We can give meaning to each other, but that is like the fig telling the other figs, “Hey there you all, we are figs!” Pointless! Meaningless! Absurd! For the fig to have meaning there must be something greater than its self. For all things then there must be something greater, there must be a source. “To be” is not a meaning, it is not a purpose. Only a self sufficient one is able to be above all else, have nothing higher above it and still possess meaning because His meaning is in Himself! And is thus self sufficient. Man is not self sufficient, neither within himself singly nor he is self sufficient corporately. Man has always shown he needs to have something greater than himself. He needs meaning derived from a superior being. Humanists tell us the answer is within yourself, we just need to look for it. I say, man has searched for it within himself and has been found to be nothing but an empty, cowardly, selfish, lying murderer! Go along with Darwin and see where that brings us – genocide under Hitler, Stalin, and Hussein. All men who thought they were doing mankind a service. All who believed humans were the pinnacle of all things. To them their meaning was go give meaning – “Hey there you all, we are figs!” We are all scared, angry little immature children, fighting for what we think is right. There is no meaning in that! Can you imagine a drop of yellow paint in a grand masterpiece trying to convince all the other drops of paint that yellow is the meaning of it all? What do we soon have if all the other paint drops believe him? A canvas full of yellow! We are lost the art of stepping back, taking a look and actually seeing what is there to be seen. We get caught up in our own selves we forget to look up and out to see what the Grand Painter is doing. We forget that He is the one who put us in our spot on the canvas and it is from Him we get our absolute meaning.
It is only in Christ we can find our absolute meaning. It is only in Him can this cry of all men’s heart be answered. Only then will men begin to see the reality of absolutes in this relative age. Christ is the One giving each of us meaning, for only He has created us and that for His purpose not for our own that we should revel in our absolute lostness in relativism. Only by coming to the Cross of Christ can the question of meaning, this deep seeded emotion in each of us be answered and fulfilled.
