Lift up your eyes to the heavens, look at the earth beneath;
the heavens will vanish like smoke, the earth will wear out like a garment
and its inhabitants die like flies.
But my salvation will last forever, my righteousness will never fail. - Isaiah 51:6
The world as we know it is passing away.
The things of this world that bring us both mental anguish and lustful pleasure are one day very soon going to vanish like smoke.
Whether we believe it or not, and whether we want to or not, we will continue to live after we leave this earth.
Someday this life of ours will seem as though it were only a dream.
Compared to eternity this life is momentary.
We did not choose to be born.
It was Someone else's choice that we are here.
Therefore, we do not get to decide what life is about. It was already decided long before we arrived on the scene. There is an objective purpose to this life that has nothing to do with what we think.
A pen was created to write. A guitar was made for music. A car was made to drive.
Use your imagination for a moment and imagine that these objects become conscious.
How silly would it be if these objects tried to alter their reason for existence - if they tried to do what only the others could do?
Can a pen be used to drive? Can a guitar be used to write?
We have been made for a specific purpose. And when we do not live according to this purpose we will inevitably experience existential and unbearable anxiety.
We can mask the symptoms of this anxiety temporarily with drugs, distractions, entertainment, money, and other people, but if the root problem is not addressed, it will always come back with a vengeance.
We have been made to bear the image of the Creator. We have been made to partake in the divine nature. We have been made to walk in righteousness and supernatural power.
"When the student is ready the teacher will appear."
The teacher is ready. He is waiting on us.
Are you ready?
Bring my sons from afar
and my daughters from the ends of the earth—
everyone who is called by my name,
whom I created for my glory,
whom I formed and made.
Isaiah 43:6-7
Can the clay say to the potter.....