045 The Discovery of Meaning

We've seen the 1962 movie "The Miracle Worker" the other day, about the early life and conversion of Helen Keller, the girl who was blind and deaf from the time she was 19 months old, and who was destined to see what many seeing people could not see, and still can't.

The secret all lay in the discovery of MEANING: that every thing – everything - has a meaning, a name. Before that, her life was a meaningless existence, a simple grabbing whatever she could in order to feed and still her hunger without any sense or purpose, just darkness and ignorance. Just like the countless lives of seeing and hearing people today who are totally oblivious to the fact that there is such a thing as a meaning and a purpose to their existence, other than feeding and dressing their bodies, the outer shells of who they really are, or moving that shell from A to B in the most elegant manner or vehicle.

Oddly enough, this confrontation with meaning sparked the fuse of my own meaning and purpose of existence, which from this moment on will be to help others become aware of the existence of meaning. Just like Ann Sullivan, the formerly blind teacher who painstakingly managed to convey the meaning of Helen Keller's world by spelling out the words into her hand time and time again in an alphabet for the deaf and blind, consisting of hand signs, I am determined to make it my goal to bring awareness of the fact that there is such a thing as a meaning and a purpose to this life to the spiritually blind and deaf I am surrounded by on this planet, fully aware of the fact that I will be met with even much stronger resistance than Ann Sullivan by the initially stubborn and furious Helen Keller (especially by those who already think they see - as Jesus experienced in the 9th chapter of the Gospel of John).

In fact, my own life will be meaningless unless I manage to convey to someone, anyone out there the concept of meaning, the awesome but true notion, that in fact, our life - and everything in it - does have a meaning.

Drilled and brainwashed into believing that as results of innumerable random "coincidents" in Space, zillions of years ago, there is nosuch thing as "meaning" to all of us insignificant "accidents," conveying the concept of meaning to people will certainly be a tough job, but the only worthy cause I can think of. How could I join the masses in their endless game of routinely feeding, dressing and spoiling merely the empty shells of their true beings, when I have once been blind myself, void of the knowledge that there was a light, oblivious to the concept of a meaning to anything, much less my own existence?

It was a medicine I didn't want to swallow at first, a truth I initially refused to hear, the one that eventually healed me of my spiritual blindness, deafness and inability to truly communicate. I was just as reluctant to accept and embrace the Teacher as Helen, kicking and slapping His face over and over again, only to finally succumb into the arms that assured me of their everlasting, unconditional love.

Yes, there is a purpose to life, ladies and gentlemen, including every oh so seemingly meaningless thing, event and paradox in it, and thus there has to be One Who puposed it, planned it. And what other, simpler meaning could there be in life, than discovering that Maker, and finding out from Him, personally, what exactly it is He destined and purposed us to do?

If you don't know who you are or what you're on this planet for, or you refuse to believe that a superficial existence is all there is to it, I can personally promise you that - as unbelievable as it may sound - you can and will find the answers to all those question marks in your search of God, Who, by the way, is very eager to be found by you! He knows you can't make it without Him, anyway, at least not truly successfully, and definitely not happily, and He's just waiting for you to wake up to the fact that He's there. He's been there all the time. With the answers to all your questions, the key to every door, and a meaning, a name and a purpose to every little thing you have thus far been clueless about. If you don't believe me, ask Him!


044 There WILL be an answer

Once again, we were watching "Interstate 60" last night, an outstanding little movie about an imaginary but legendary character, sometimes named O.W.Grant, (he's got a few other names besides), whose job in life it is, to grant one wish to those he comes across, most of which - to his amusement - are quite foolish and often selfish, resulting in the usual "leanness to our souls" that the fulfilment of such requests bring. All until he comes across a different kind of young man who instead of the usual selfish ambitions only has one wish: to find an answer!

His quest takes him down a bizarre road of events and encounters which first of all seem to open his eyes to where the answer is not found: Those who seek it in selfish pleasure, intoxication, clichés, in fact, anywhere else but in the truth, inevitably will be disappointed.

But by refusing to compromise and yield to the ever-present temptations in life, he not only finds the answers to life's riddles he's been seeking, but also the love of his life.

Sounds like a dream - which, in a way, it is - but it's also that very same day-to-day's reality-turned-to-dream that we live once we have found the Answer-Man, Jesus, Who supplies us with the answers to everyday's riddles that life presents us.

As long as we go through life seeking anything else but answers, or even refuse to recognize the question marks, I reckon, we're not even really living. But for those who truly wish to see and know and don't settle for any fake, there will be an answer!

The cynics laugh at such starry-eyed naiveté, but they can laugh all they want: it's inevitable --

There will be an answer!