From day #1 that we come into this earth our minds are doing
something that we’re completely unaware of. As each new experience happens, as
we encounter each new smell, sight and sound, with every person that crosses
our path, a biological questions forms, and it looks just like a box. The complexity of this question matures
with us. Some individuals find it early, others can live their whole lives
without realizing it until those last few golden years. At childhood it’s easy
to ignore this question with the thought of new toys, the sadness of our
sibling not sharing with us. As the days go by we keep pushing it aside by
filling our head with “How am I going to be more popular today – I’m only a
freshman”. A few short years later this “biological question” is still
collecting dust in the attic of our humanity. We keep stacking things on top of
it, “How am I going to pay for college?”, “Why doesn’t he/she like me?”, “Am I
ready to get married?”, “Am I going to be a good Mom/Dad”, “We’re out of
formula again”. “I don’t know if I can afford retirement yet”.
Finally when it’s time to get affairs in order, when we’re
looking through the attic of old collected memories we take a deep breath and
blow the decades of dust off of a thought that has been with us since that day
we first came to this place. It's just this ratty old box. We read the child-written words spelled in golden
crayon “Why am I here?”
“What am I going to do with this!?” we ask.” I can’t put it
in the stack of hobbies, or over here in the pile of family memories. Ah! I’ll
put it here in the “Church” stack – oh wait… there’s not enough room. What do I
do with this dusty old box?” “-If only I had found it sooner I could have made
a place for it, and filled it with such wonderful things.”.
Any of you (who I imagine are few) who read my blogs know
that I really like to write about the human element. Lifting up people, doing
good, not judging. The past 7 months have been a serious eye opener for me. I
am by no means perfect. I have gotten short sighted more than a few occasions –
I’m not writing this to boast and say how good I am, or how everybody should be
like me. That’s seriously narcissistic I’m trying to make a point and share an
insight of what I’ve seen and hopefully improve the hope I have for our future
generations.
Firstly – back to that dusty old question- We’re here to
learn. Don’t be afraid to make mistakes, it happens. A life without regrets isn’t
worth living, if you let yourself go, you might fly.
Second – we’re here to teach. What’s the point of going
through all that pain and heartache if someone is going to walk right behind
you and fall into that same dad-gum hole? Improve things. Don’t tear others
down because they don’t have the same knowledge, status, or ability as you.
Teach what you know, because you might learn a thing or two.
Third – the reason why the words were written with a gold
crayon. We’re here to love. The two greatest commandments. Love the Lord with
all your heart, and my favorite – love thy neighbor as thyself.
The sooner we open this box in our lives the more wonderful
things we can put into it. Think of it as our celestial U-haul. It’s the only box
that we can take with us and the only box that we can keep sharing once our
time is over.
Why are we here? Stop sneezing from all that dust you’ve put
on top of your box it and start figuring it out. How full can you make it?
