This is crazy. As I’m drafting this, I’m sitting on the bus, and this guy who was on a few weeks ago is on again– he was talking with some guy about whether God exists. They were having a heated debate, and the guy was arguing that “there doesn’t have to be a point.” the reason we’re here could be simply logical. Even though the earth will blow up one day and there will be NOTHING, that’s it. That’s fine. That’s science.
It has always been beyond important to me, as I think it should be to everyone, to accept and care about everyone’s opinions. We all come from different perspectives, and it is completely redundant to argue an opinion without knowing that multiple people out there believe completely differently.
I have never been a logical person. Life is made up of stories to me, words and perspectives and ideas rather than facts. People make life worth living. And a lifetime is a millisecond compared to the time spent in heaven.
I really do think life is a trial before the Kingdom. It’s a birthing. It’s recognizing Jesus and that He died for our sin, and then a perfect knowledge comes with eternal life. And I don’t think just Christian people get that. The Bible, and God in my ear every day, teach us to love everyone, and obviously God loves us equally as His children.
I’ve often wondered what God’s plans are with this age of technology, but I’ve learned that wondering is pointless. We were not made to know the answers, just to do our best every day to live out God’s works.
I work to apply that to my illness. I think of mental illnesses as being metaphors of sin. Not a choice, obviously, but a roadblock between us and God. If I seek out God with everything I have, I truly believe mental illness is possible to beat.
I have tried for so long to seek out God with everything I have and as sinners, that just isn’t possible. But we keep trying. We make that the focus of each day, and we grow closer to the divine.