Who am I, and, why am I here? Those are the two most important questions you can ask yourself.
Let’s answer question 1, “Who am I?”
Some say you’re the product of a bit of slime that squirmed its way out of some prehistoric bog and evolved from this to that, then to something else until one day, some fifty-million years later, “YOU” appeared. That’s the good news. The bad news is that after fifty-million years of evolution you’re given only a stingy seven or eight wearisome decades until they stick you back into the bog you allegedly came from? What a deal!
Others opine that you are the reincarnation of some poor wretch who fought in the Peloponnesian Wars or who served in the courts of King Arthur only to die and then return in the 21st Century as “YOU”. Sounds depressing to me because it means that after you die you could show up again on this little planet as a cow, a crow or the great-great grandchild of some robber baron in Pakistan.
Then there are those who think you came from no place and are returning to the same place you came from. They figure you are either a winner or a loser in life’s unregulated unpredictable heartless lotteries and have no particular control over what happens. And when it’s all over, well, it’s all over, so it doesn’t much matter what you do in the interim. Do whatever you want.
Who you are, I believe, is much more than any of these or other insipid, uninspiring answers to Question 1. It makes more sense to me that you and I are exactly what we appear to be: intricately designed specially created individuals with the stamp of eternity on our souls and a yearning for God in our hearts.
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If you think you are the only person on earth who has a sense of eternity deep within your soul you would be wrong. I have been around the world in Europe, Asia, China, Africa and the Americas and everywhere I went I witnessed the souls of men, women and children reaching out to some kind of God.
In Europe I saw great cathedrals, in Thailand I saw the Golden Buddha, in China I saw thousands of gods in temples and on buildings everywhere, in Africa I watched witch doctors dance feverishly in an attempt to conger up spirits, In Belize I stood on the pyramids built centuries ago to appease the Mayan Sun God. In the United States I have worshipped in grand stone cathedrals, tiny wooden churches, renovated warehouses and massive stadiums.
Everywhere you go, no matter the age you study, people search for God. Why? For one reason: He created every man, woman and child who has ever lived and when he did, he placed eternity in their hearts.
So quite honestly, your search for who you are does not begin with you, it begins with the God who created you.
In the next chapter I will answer the question, “Where do you find the God who created you?”