All of us at one time of another are hit with triumphs or tragedies in our lives we often wonder is there a reason for all the things that we go through in life? The why me has tormented a lot of us for years. But then, why not you? Why the other person? If it was up to us we will all say, NOT ME!
We live in a fallen imperfect world along with many different kinds of people, some good, some bad, some caring others indifferent. Everyone will share in pain, tragedies, death, good fortune in different forms, health, sickness, and a bag of a million things. At times pains makes us aware of how vulnerable we are in life. It can make us stronger in the long run, or it will caves us in completely if we let it. We do need help from one another to survive. And we need help from our creator to show us the way and make us strong.
There must be a reason for why we are here, why we are born, survive to old age, die young, suffer ill health, or are healthy, why some are poor, others rich, some eat, others starve. What is the plan? Who cares about the outcome of humanity on planet Earth? I just want to know before I die why all things happen and how does it come full circle. I want to know.
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I loathe my life. I will give myself up to complaint; I will speak from the bitterness of my soul.
I will say to God: Do not put me in the wrong! Let me know why you oppose me.
Is it a pleasure for you to oppress, to spurn the work of your hands, and smile on the plan of the wicked?
Have you eyes of flesh? Do you see as man sees?
Are your days as the days of a mortal, and are your years as a man's lifetime,
That you seek for guilt in me and search after my sins,
Even though you know that I am not wicked, and that none can deliver me out of your hand?
Your hands have formed me and fashioned me; will you then turn and destroy me?
Yet these things you have hidden in your heart; I know that they are your purpose:
Why then did you bring me forth from the womb? I should have died and no eye have seen me.
I should be as though I had never lived; I should have been taken from the womb to the grave.
Are not the days of my life few?
Before I go whence I shall not return,
to the land of darkness and of gloom,
The black, disordered land where darkness is the only light.
Bible: book of Job............Portions of it.
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