Why is life so confusingly vague?
We have a purpose – we know it in our hearts – yet we don’t know it. Or maybe we do.
It eludes and escapes, finally, until the day we see it in its glory.
But life is vague – an image lit for us to see, but through a mirror dimly.
Life promises us a purpose and then cheats us from its reality.
Then, suddenly, a dream comes true – and it’s better than a dream.
Purpose rewards us, who seek her. That’s what we need to think, by faith.
Yet, many seek it all their lives – apparently – and never truly find it.
We live for it, yet it fails us. We know there’s more to life. And life finds more work for us in our attempt to find it. There’s always more work! And this we must just accept. No, better than that, surely we must learn to embrace this frustration. And surely God did not put purpose into our hearts to infuriate us. Surely there is something that connects the passion in our hearts with what needs doing here on Earth.
HOPE & FAITH
Journeying by faith, with sight of an invisible hope not so firmly in view, but trudging forward in any event, faith secures hope of a realisable purpose. Such hope will propel us steadily toward reconciling our purpose if we don’t give up. We can’t give up. Sure, we stand to be terribly disappointed, but that’s not our God-appointed destiny. Destiny has a positive sense of promise about it.
We are and always were destined to be shaped, and to shape our world, by our purpose. We mustn’t exist for futile reasons when we can acknowledge that there is a lifeblood pumping through the veins of our soul. We know about this lifeblood not more than by the things we detest doing. We have a destiny to find what we were made for in this world. It cannot be a sweet fabrication.
What is there to lose in believing we each have a unique purpose in this world? We may become disappointed, but we have a lifetime to get used to such a thing. In the meantime, we have every reason to hope an invisible hope by faith: to dream and to believe that not only will the purpose be revealed to us, but that we might have the capacity to live it.
© 2014 S. J. Wickham.