What is the meaning of life?
This a question that most of us have asked many times. When we’re disheartened and disillusioned. When we’re young and overwhelmed with life-decisions. When we lost someone who gave us the world.
Many of us have been taught from childhood that God is Love. Pure love. It was God’s creative love that gave life to the birds of the air and the fish of the sea. To fireflies. And cockroaches. And then, our God of Love made us “in God’s own image.” God intended us to be made of Love. It’s up to us, then, with God’s help, to live out that Love.
Jesus said, “The kingdom of God is like this.” A lost lamb and a caring shepherd (Luke 15:3-6). A lost coin and a determined widow (Luke 15:8-9). An injured traveler and a helpful stranger (Luke 10:25-37). All of them are opportunities for Love and Gratitude.
Victor Frankl, a Holocaust survivor, wrote a book about this question, Man’s Search for Meaning. He wrote, “When we look for meaning, we’re considering the question of continuing to live despite persistent world-weariness.” He then turned the question around: Rather than “What can I expect from life?” to “What does life expect from me?”
There’s a story in one of Robert Fulghum’s books. (He also wrote, All I Really Need to Know, I Learned in Kindergarten.) A Greek teenager, in post war World War II, found a smashed piece of the mirror from a motorcycle wreckage of a hated Nazi. He filed the sharp edges down, so that he could keep it in his pocket. He carried that piece of mirror the rest of his life, taking it out in idle moments to reflect the sun and to angle the light into the darkest, most inaccessible places he could find. He knew that he wasn’t the source of the light. “I am a fragment of a mirror whose whole design and shape I do not know, but light. . .is there, and it will only shine in many dark places if I reflect it.”
Perhaps you can find meaning for your life in some of these thoughts.