The Meaning of Life, The Universe, and Everything (untitled rambling #1)


EVERYONE is looking for something to fill the hole that was left when we got separated.




Love is the most important thing in life

Teacher, which is the greatest commandment in the Law?”

37Jesus replied: “ ‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’c 38This is the first and greatest commandment. 39And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’d 40All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments.”

If all of the law, everything in the Old Testament, everything god has commanded us is summed up in these two rules, that would make these two things, “the Meaning of Life”.   If this is what life is all about then we should do our best to strive for that, to run after this, to want it more than anything.



Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God. 8Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love. 9This is how God showed his love among us: He sent his one and only Son into the world that we might live through him. 10This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. 11Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. 12No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us.


God is the most important thing in the world, out of the world, period.  We want to live life like the “Meaning of Life” tells us to, to Love God and Others.  Why?  Why would we want that?  I mean, It makes sense why GOD would want that, I mean, He IS Love.  But why US?



Creation: Everything god made.

31God saw all that he had made, and it was very good. And there was evening, and there was morning—the sixth day.


God called his creation, “good”.  God is the ultimate Good. So when He made everything, He was making it to mirror Himself.  A little bit of God was reflected in different parts of Creation. God made Creation to point to him. A “Good Mirror”.  So why, today, is it so bad?  Because sin. We had the freedom to choose, like God, to either live with Him in Good Creation, or to go our own way.  When we chose, the Good Creation was broken.  This not only meant that we could no longer be with God, it also meant that everything God made to point to Him was also made broken.  Not destroyed, but broken.  If you look today, you can still see aspects of God in Creation, but it’s not perfect.



God holds everything in his hand. Even time.  He sees time stretched out before him.  He sees everything at once, he sees the good and the bad.  Every life every soul every mind every spirit is in his hand.  He runs it, holds it together.  He sees your life. Every day.  God is Love.  He loves you. Cares about you. Why would he let anything bad happen to you?  Because

For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.

When we listen to God, follow his advice, his commands, his ways, He leads us to the ultimate life we can live.  What does that look like?

Back to love again


The Meaning of Life is to Love god and to love others.  We, as broken humans, cannot produce love in ourselves.  All love comes from God


Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows


God is Love, and God Is Infinite.  God never ends, God never runs out, God is Love… Love never ends, Love never runs out.  Love never fails.  When we have the love of God in us, when we have God in us, He begins to fill us up with his Love. With his Spirit, with Himself.  Not just a part of Himself, but all of Himself.  He begins to fill us up with His Infinite love.  When we are filled up, the love keeps coming and we can’t contain it, so we pour it out on others.


Some time later the brook dried up because there had been no rain in the land. Then the word of the Lord came to him: “Go at once to Zarephath in the region of Sidon and stay there. I have directed a widow there to supply you with food.” 10 So he went to Zarephath. When he came to the town gate, a widow was there gathering sticks. He called to her and asked, “Would you bring me a little water in a jar so I may have a drink?” 11 As she was going to get it, he called, “And bring me, please, a piece of bread.”

12 “As surely as the Lord your God lives,” she replied, “I don’t have any bread—only a handful of flour in a jar and a little olive oil in a jug. I am gathering a few sticks to take home and make a meal for myself and my son, that we may eat it—and die.”

13 Elijah said to her, “Don’t be afraid. Go home and do as you have said. But first make a small loaf of bread for me from what you have and bring it to me, and then make something for yourself and your son. 14 For this is what the Lord, the God of Israel, says: ‘The jar of flour will not be used up and the jug of oil will not run dry until the day the Lord sends rain on the land.’”

15 She went away and did as Elijah had told her. So there was food every day for Elijah and for the woman and her family. 16 For the jar of flour was not used up and the jug of oil did not run dry, in keeping with the word of the Lord spoken by Elijah.

Everything in Creation Points to God in some way.  The Oil and Flour Never Ran Out, The 5 Loaves of bread and 2 fish never ran out, the water from the Rock never Ran out.  God can make things infinite, and since God Is Love, Then his Love is infinite, just Like Him. It never Fails, It never gives Up, It never loses hope, Love is the greatest.  But what does this Love look like?


The evening meal was in progress, and the devil had already prompted Judas, the son of Simon Iscariot, to betray Jesus. Jesus knew that the Father had put all things under his power, and that he had come from God and was returning to God; so he got up from the meal, took off his outer clothing, and wrapped a towel around his waist. After that, he poured water into a basin and began to wash his disciples’ feet, drying them with the towel that was wrapped around him.


Jesus showed His love by being a servant.  He raised His Friends higher than Himself.  That is what love looks like, Making God known and treating others as better than ourselves. Others. God.  Love goes out in all directions.  And when we unite under this love, when we see the power of His Spirit in us, we have been given Authority to use his power in the Name of Jesus to Love others.  WE come together as a Body. As one. Under God, and only under God.  Nothing will hold us together longer. Not Music, Not patriotism, not “love” between a man and woman, not even A Camp High.

We are always looking for love.  When we broke Creation, we were separated from living with that Love, with God.  God is the source of everything good, so without him, there is nothing good…  If you think about it, name one person in life who is NOT looking for satisfaction.  EVERYONE is looking for something to fill the hole that was left when we got separated.  Many people will tell you they found it, they found the meaning of life, that they’ve found everything they need to be happy.  But that’s like a newborn baby exploring a bedroom and finding all four corners and saying to itself, “this is truly everything there is”.  They only scrape the surface of reality.

The Only thing that can fill that void in us, is something that never dies out.  If the hole within us was made when we tore away from God, then God is the only one powerful enough to fill that hole.  True satisfaction, true validation, true Love, can only be found in the Creator of all these things.


So if there is a hole in us that can only be filled with something infinite,

And God Is Infinite, God has Love that is Infinite, God’s Love fills the Hole in us.

And we feel satisfied. And we feel Validated. And we feel loved.


And another thing, the love God puts in us, is the same love he puts in anyone who chooses Him.  So since we all share the same God, the same Spirit, the same Love, we have something that unites us.  Armies are united by love of country, Fandoms are united by love of characters; everyone who works with another human being works with that person because they have something in common.

We have God’s Love in common.  When we come together as a Community, we come together under one banner, for one purpose, for one King.  And when we allow his love to work through us, together, we can accomplish far more than we could alone.

11Believe me when I say that I am in the Father and the Father is in me; or at least believe on the evidence of the works themselves. 12Very truly I tell you, whoever believes in me will do the works I have been doing, and they will do even greater things than these, because I am going to the Father. 13And I will do whatever you ask in my name, so that the Father may be glorified in the Son. 14You may ask me for anything in my name, and I will do it.


Anything you ask for in my name.

That doesn’t necessarily mean that if we ask for a million dollars in Jesus’ name, that he’ll give it to us (He might, but not generally).  “In My name” means we ask on His behalf, doing His will for us.  Putting what god wants before our own wants.

That is what community looks like.  God’s people putting aside their differences and coming together in the Name of Jesus to do His will, not ours.  When we come together to serve Him, He Holds us together.  Nothing else can do that.

38 Therefore, in the present case I advise you: Leave these men alone! Let them go! For if their purpose or activity is of human origin, it will fail. 39 But if it is from God, you will not be able to stop these men; you will only find yourselves fighting against God.”

When we come together as a Community, Held together by His Love, by putting Him first, then when we pray and ask God for something, when we go out to the streets to serve, when we go out to our schools to live…


We are unstoppable. We are connected. We are not lonely. We are satisfied. We are driven. We Are revival


Brave soldier girl.

A British soldier in Helmand

Blinded by smoke and haze.
Suffocating on the very air she gasps at.
exhausted, she trudges through the war-torn hellscape covered in landmines and the craters where they once lay.
With little to no sense of direction, she wanders the field, trying to find those who are lost.

And yet, she feels alone.
After blindly stumbling onto mine after mine after mine, each step sending a new wave of agony up her legs and into her bent and deformed spinal column and up to her battered head.
So many times, she has uncovered a mine and been blown 15 feet straight up and 30 feet off course.

She feels alone, in part, because she is.
After getting ambushed by the inanimate tormentors, she can do nothing but lie on the ground, in pain, paralyzed.
Her limbs scream out in pain, flailing hither and yon, shouting pain signals to the brain, but no messages are ever received in time.  Her brain has been broken and bruised so many times that she can barely function.  Her cognitive development has been slowed to a crawl nigh unto a standstill.

Nobody else shares in her unique struggles.
Other soldiers come to her aid when they can,
helping her to her feet and snapping her out of her shock.
she then, against all hope, proceeds onward with her toil.
she seeks out those who are lost on the battlefield and shares hope with them.  Against all the pain and suffering she herself suffers, she wanders aimlessly through the battlefield, seeking those who know not where they tred.

The mines appear only for her, the smoke rests around her face alone.
How can she keep going?  How has she not fallen over and died in despair and misery?  With childlike faith, she points others to the light, the light she sees even through the poisonous smoke.
The very smoke that doubles as life support to keep her barely alive so that she may continually be tortured by the mines.
Against all tyranny of anatomy, she continues ever onward, how?
The Lord is her proclaimed strength and He sustains her through the nightmare.

How, you ask, can she continue with her mission?
How is she still standing after all the poisons she’s inhaled, all the explosions of trauma she’s endured?

How can she go on this way, even after 15 years?
Will the battle ever end?

The battle has already been won, in her eyes.
She survives because the toxins in her system keep her so;
She thrives because she knows that her King will rescue her when He sees fit.
She struggles to rise from being thrown to the ground again and again:
and again, she comforts others with their own struggles, dwarfed by her own.
She cries out in pain at each new explosive shock to her body;
She sings for joy at every step of her winding path.

She lifts her eyes up to the hills
From whence comes her help
For fifteen straight years
And, God willing, many more to come.

Two Forces

Mirror roomThere are two forces at work in this world. Forget about the seemingly unimportant ones like destiny or revenge or even family. All those things are important in real life, but I want to talk to you directly at your level.  I know from experience how easy it is to sit and hear a sermon and zone out or to think how it’s not what you want to hear right now.
I wanna talk to you in that quiet space you retreat to in the hours when you lie awake in deep thought. That place where you dream about the future and wonder at life’s mysteries.  I hope that by speaking to you in this way, the message will actually mean something to you.
In your mind, physical distance and even time have no meaning. You can think of yourself anywhere and everywhere you want. Your imagination is a wonderful thing created by God and given to you to be creative like Him.  But sometimes, other things can get on your mind.

The first of two forces is the enemy force.  Your mind is a blank slate, when suddenly, you have a thought. You can’t hear this thought, you can’t see it or smell it or taste it or feel it, you just kind of THINK it. It’s in your head from out of nowhere.  The thought that enters your mind is doubt. Doubt, for the sake of illustration, plays the trumpet. Badly. He shouts at you between blasts of the trumpet, asking you if you know where you’ll be in 5 years. Whether you can actually please your parents, your boss, can you please God?

Next addition in this cacophony of fear is the hatred. Hatred is a trio of trombones. They come at you in three.  They harmonize with doubt. Can you please God?  How can you? His standards are impossible. Can you please your parents? No, they’re not perfect either, how can they be so unfair? Can you be a success? will you be able to feed your family? Of course not! You’re a broken, slimy, dirty, ugly piece of worm ridden filth! Good for nothing but to wither and die!

Hatred for others, for God, and for yourself.  The deadly trio. After them comes a group of 20, a choir, of guilt. Guilt is here now to remind you of everything you’ve done, but this isn’t good guilt that makes you want to change, this guilt beats you and fights you, knocks you on your back, reminding you of all the secret things you did when you thought no one was watching.  All those disgusting thoughts you’ve harbored allowing your mind to become darkened.

After them come the percussion section, reminding you again and again and again how hard you try to make yourself better and fail. You try some more and fail again. And AGAIN and Fail AGAIN!  “When will you learn to just give up?”  Says weariness.  Finally, in comes the stage crew. They don’t play any instruments, but they set up amps and speakers and, most importantly, curtains. Curtains all round you. Big tall red ones. Made of mirrors.  You can see this gathering in the mirrors and their reflections are multiplied in the other mirrors, like in a dressing room or mirror maze.  The sounds are amplified, the demons are multiplied, and all the while, while they make all this noise, the doubt, the hatred, the guilt, the weariness, and the loneliness.  All of them are beating you with clubs. You are so dizzy and confused, being knocked left and right, feeling guilty, lonely, wishing you were dead. Oh the enemy has been killing people like this for thousands of years. You probably were doomed for this anyway.  Why don’t you just lie down? That way, at least you won’t get so dizzy.  In fact, while you’re low like that, why don’t you end this awful symphony? The beatings can be over right now you know, why not just finish them off by killing yourself. Stop the noise, stop the pain, it would be SO easy.

Isn’t it scary? How real life can be? Of course, the whole time this is happening, you’re just lying in bed. Trying to fall asleep. But what happened here? It’s like you were in a whole other dimension. But it felt so REAL.  I speak to you of things that ARE real. As real as the things you can hold in your hand.  BUT GUESS! WHAT!  That isn’t the only force in the mind space.  There is another. While you hear the trumpets and trombones and kettle drums and choir and hear them a million times over and see the ten million demons around one you, while they beat you within an inch of your life. You can faintly hear a sound I haven’t mentioned. A soft sound. Barely audible, but so distinctly different from the rest of the noise that you can’t help but try to find it.  You look around, seeing only your attackers, but still hearing the sound.

You suddenly decide that the sound isn’t inside the mirror room. It must be outside. You do the impossible, you beat on the mirrors. You scream for help from whatever this different sound is. You can’t break the mirrors but whatever is making the sound heard you scream and shatters the mirrors, revealing 50, and not 50 million, demons.  Next the sound kills each one of the demons. One by one. He kills them with words. Spoken, not to them, but to you. To kill doubt, He tells you He’ll always be with you. That you have everything you need to please Him.  To kill the hatred, He says how He took the beating for your parents, your teachers, your bullies, and for… here He GRABS YOU in a surprise attack and throws you out of the circle of demons.

From your position on the ground outside the circle, you see how small the demons really were. And how HUGE the Voice really is. He took the beatings for YOU.  To kill Guilt, He shouts to you that you are FLAWLESS, GUILTLESS, PERFECT, SHINING, BEAUTIFUL, WONDERFULLY MADE, CREATIVE, TREASURED, AMAZING, LOVED, FORGIVEN. With words alone, the demons of guilt are gone.  To kill the weariness, he says, “Follow me. And I will give you rest. My burden is easy. Come find rest in me.”  You stop, close your eyes, and breathe in, you sob a little as you breathe out.  All is silent. The demons are gone. They’ve stopped beating you, but you’re still sore.

Then He starts to walk toward you.  You feel afraid.  You know the fear when you’re almost discovered in the act of that one thing only you know about, you feel afraid because He knows it. He just killed all those demons with words and now he’s coming for you! No! Please, let me live! Or kill me! Kill me fast, I don’t care anymore please! Just don’t look at me! I know I’m filthy! Please don’t hurt me! Steadily he keeps coming. You clench your eyes shut in preparation for whatever comes next.

You feel the Voice wrap his arms around your shrunken frame. An embrace that is strong, but not painful, firm, but not intimidating. A hug that says, ‘nothing can break you away from me.’ Like the mirrored room, you’re closed in again. Unlike the mirrored room, you want to be here.
The next thing you notice is that the Voice is crying. Weeping gently over you.  “Didn’t you hear how I killed them?  I love you with a love that never ends. You are beautiful in me. You can do anything through me. You mean more to me than the whole rest of the universe. I know what you’ve done and it no longer exists. I have made it so. Now come, follow me, and I’ll show you what life looks like through MY eyes.”

See, there are two forces at work in your life. Forget about gravity, destiny, chemistry, all of it. I’m like you. And I know that in the quiet moments, there are only two forces that matter.  The enemy, and all the pain he brings, and the Voice.  The Voice of Truth.


Stormy Seas


Stormy Sea

I wrote this a while back, and just now found a way to share it.


Everybody has one.  A stormy sea they need to work in.  Waves, thoughts emotions crash around you and draw you under them and tumble you so you no longer can tell up from down.  Those seas are scary, life is scary.


Out of the ocean mist of doubt and frustration comes a voice.  He calls to you to come to Him

Impossibly, He acts as though the storm and waves and emotions and thoughts aren’t even there.

Still, He calls you to come to Him.  You have swallowed too much salt water and the spray has gotten into your eyes, it is hard to see Him and hard to move.

You want to let the waves, thoughts, emotions, fears, you want to let them tumble you and overwhelm you because only there can you find any solace.  In pain and suffering, you find solace because it seems to be a constant in your life.  The waves, the storm are always there, waiting to pounce upon you and swallow you whole, filling your lungs with the songs and cries of anguish until you can breathe no more and wish to die.


But still, He calls to you, through the waves.

I have surrendered this day, to a new solace.  I stepped out of the boat and listened as hard a I could to hear what He was saying.

He told me that I was expecting to find happiness and suffering in useless things, boats, floatation devices, when He had been calling me to walk on the waves, to act as though they aren’t even there, because as long as I strive to reach Him and walk where He guides me, then I can have solace in His peace.

Before me was a raging sea, daring me to step out of the boat so I may suffer once again as was customary.  Before me was The Lord of the Universe calling me to step out of the boat so I could start Living in Freedom like I never had before.

From Him flows peace, freedom, love, all things good.  He told me of the sea.  Of the storms.  He told me to think of it as nothing more than a puddle.  It could not hurt me, just keep walking toward Him.


Then I surrendered to Him.  My everything.  I wanted to feel tossed and tumbled like the waves had done, but He said No.  There was something better for me.

He was right.  I knew to what He referred.  I had tasted the freedom that He offers before.  It was the most divine feeling I had ever experienced.  I had thought I was beyond feeling it anymore.

I offered Up myself to Him.  If I was foolish to seek for freedom in suffering and to seek for blessing in sin, then It must be right for me to seek those things by seeking that Divine Freedom.

It’s the amazing, indescribable feeling that comes when you step out in faith and obedience and you do something you never would have done on your own.  Something He created you to do.


After that, He gave me these words.  He told me to write them down and send them out.  So

From my heart to yours.  I’m standing here over a puddle and I can see you drowning.  Please, for your sake, don’t seek for peace in suffering.  Don’t seek release in pain.  Don’t seek for blessing in a life of sin.

Before you stands the One who made you and wants you.  He wants to give you Himself in exchange for yourself.  He beckons you to Himself, to walk over the sea, your sea, whatever it is.

Please, I’ve tasted His freedom and, as I write, am walking in it.  The feeling is too much for me to explain here.  Please surrender yourself to Him.  It’s not giving up your freedom, the freedom you think you have is an illusion.  Just like the waves, just like the storm and wind, they’re all traps.  He is calling you to freedom.  Ture Freedom.  Please, when you have a moment, drown out any other noise and just listen for Him.  Seek Him in His word, and you will find Him if you’re honest.

Please.  Listen for Him.



To start with, let me explain what you can find here.

I speak very little, and when i do speak, I want all my words to count.

I speak to honor God.  I get all sorts of little ideas in my head, and sometimes, I feel a nudge from God to write them down.  This is why I write, why I started this blog.

Finally,  I’d like to write things that will hopefully point peopl to God.  The stuff I write might look pretty, but that doesn’t mean anything if the message dosn’t help anyone.

“If I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but do not have love, I have become a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.”
1 Corinthians 13:1


This blog might not be around forever, but I hope the messages still remain.

God bless you,