How could I be short sited to think that this thing I live in, this matter comprised of electronic calendars, reminders, and deadlines does not infinitely exist? As the finish line clock ticks away the hundredths of seconds, something out there says this is all wrong. The endless pursuit of money, and the dream of financial security floods my mind like a virus. I want to be unplugged like Keanu Reeves in “The Matrix”.
The lust for life sometimes takes over to define my existence as the market rejoices in the one soul in America who pays his bills but spends plenty. LCD TV’s, carbon bicycles, a house by the beach. I live the American dream, and am the definition of the stereotype the rest of the world admires. I help to make sure we ensure our place in the world as the land of plenty, but it leaves me wanting more.
I cheer for the team that reflects the DNA of my birthplace. A team I have no connection to other than the colors I adorne myself with on Sundays. Somehow I find peace in knowing that this team is superior in the world of other painted people from other cities. I find superiority in my personal life based on the actions of people I have never met. How can this be?
Somehow I think that I am more important than the rest of these 6.7 billion people on this big ball of rock spinning around the sun at 66,000 miles an hour. Out in the depths of space, will they remember my name as the one that made an ounce of difference while he was alive? After all, God himself loves me. I can feel his favor.
The question must be asked how we begin to unplug ourselves from this finite existence and begin to explore the infinite. To experience God himself and to feel the power of his love, this is something that must take place. The diversity of our existence on this planet must be defined by the values of our creator. Values of a God with no bounds of finite time, no care for material possessions, and a God who deeply loves each person equally. Why are we so turned around?
I wonder sometimes if people in third world countries are better able to relate to God, or if they spend their time wishing they were like us here in America. Wouldn’t it be easier to adopt the true values of God if we were not blinded by the poison of modern Western society?
My true fear is that we are all left wanting more. Unfortunately we spend our time chasing the perishable. We chase all the things that we leave behind after we breathe our last breath. We validate our existence on Earth by measuring ourselves on a number of matrixes which are self defined by the corrupt minds of sin. In the end, it will be the death of us all.
As we wrestle with these values, it is my prayer that we can constantly redefine ourselves to think like God himself. Crazy unselfish love for people, no care for earthly possessions, and an eternal perspective. Imagine the difference we would make on this planet.
Heavenly father, help us to see through your eyes. Help us to be your chosen people. Forgive us for being so human.
Therefore if you have been raised up with Christ, keep seeking the things above, where Christ is, seated at the right hand of God. Set your mind on the things above, not on the things that are on earth.