What is the meaning of my life (and yours)? You don’t have to go far to find what I believe to be the answer to this profound question which is pondered by millions. Even Snoopy tries to figure it ou….
Within the 21 words of this brief “meaning of life” sentence lies three consequences:
- Gives us self-worth.
- Gives us direction and purpose.
- Helps others.
It’s a quote from someone who wrote 23% of the New Testament – Paul…
Ephesians 2:10
We are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.
I love simplicity and this verse bulldozes away mounds of complex ideology that bogs down philosophers and buries many in a mountain of confusion and uncertainty.
This breaks the meaning of life down into it’s most basic parts.
We are created by God to do good works that God has prepared for us to do.
And that’s all of us.
Not just Pastors or Missionaries.
Our good works are not earning for us a place in heaven. No. As Christians, we have been given salvation as a gift that we have accepted by faith.
Our good works towards others are an outcome.
MacLaren in his exposition of this verse says, “We are to work downwards from salvation because we have it, not that we may get it. And whatever ‘good works’ may mean, they are the consequences, not the causes, of ‘salvation,’ …. they are consequences, and they are the very purpose of it.”
So there are 21 words to commit to memory.
#19 of my 1000 thanks is that my life has meaning.
#20 is for health.
Yesterday I went to see my friend Peppi who has been waxing my legs for about 20 years. She’s a beautiful person and wants to try and carry on working as much as she can. Sadly, she has renal failure and needs dialysis 3 days a week. Yesterday she was feeling so weak and my heart broke for her. She has a treatment table set up in her bedroom of her little flat. She did the best she could waxing my legs, stopping momentarily from time to time, to shake off the dizziness and rest her back. After 20 minutes she was done. She sat down on the bed absolutely exhausted. With no energy to get back up, she told me how to get out and as I buzzed open the gate, I heard her say, “I’m just going to lie down for a bit,” and with that she rolled onto her side and went to sleep.
As she waits upon the transplant list, she knows that for her to get life, another must end.
When I got home, Mike and I sat and prayed for her.
Appreciate your health every single day.
These are the days.
Even though sometimes it’s hard, keep the smile going.
God bless you.
In His Grip,
Helga xx