A good friend of mine told me that we human beings are just mere creation of God. Though we are truly created in his image and likeness, but we have to understand that humanity is just only his creation and not his duplicate. Just like we created something out of clay; a product of our own brilliance, a manifestation of our own imagination, a sum of our thoughts. But even the outcome of your creation was considered to be a masterpiece, a work of art as of the paintings of Michael Angelo and Rembrandt, still, this is not our equal. It is not the equality of our likeness, our strength, our beauty and competence to reason and think. That even in this perfection you will find flaws, a benign truth about our capacity to create. That human is meant to be imperfect by nature. That the law of God’s creation makes us lesser his equal. So when God is beyond time, we mortals grow old and eventually die.
Then why create life when you eventually take it away in the long run? Do we exist for the sake of existence? Or we exist and die because that’s how God design us for no logical reason at all?
I thought about these questions a lot of times in the past when I was in my egocentric days of thinking. When I was flooded with so much argument about my existence as a person, when I was sitting at the bench in front of the chapel in the university where I graduated. Though I never came to a point were in I gave up reason and accept things as it is, I am not a nihilist and never will be. Psychology told me to open up my mind to every possibility that will help me understand, to accept ideas from every individual I met along the way, to seek enlightenment to those who understand more, to listen to the inner voice of my heart and find my center.
In my stubborn mind I observed, I think, I neglected the idea of nihilism in different forms. I walk away in front of atheism and skepticism’s persuasion to listen to their preaching. I am my own thought. And those inner thoughts told me to find someone who’s divine, to find shelter in heaven but earthbound, to know theophany first hand.
Expertise on things is never my forte; I am humbly a free spirited individual that was flooded with thoughts and sort of different questions as a product of my imaginative mind. I tried but I failed to understand religion in any kind. Everytime I run across with a different religious beliefs, it would only flooded my mind with questions that confused me and shaken my own conviction. So I stopped listening to them. I let them passed through me as if a ghost walked inside my body and passed through my back.
By then I focused myself in my own faith. I believe in God and that’s all that matter to me until this very day. I know nothing about theology except the Christmas story of Jesus in Nazareth and how he died on the cross. I never focus myself in religion but I depended the 6 years of my life in my spiritual growth.
Because of my faith in God I discovered prayer. I was awed that prayer is as simple as talking to a friend but yet invokes healing, peace, understanding and goodness to someone’s heart. Through the beauty of prayers I realized that my existence doesn’t depends on my philosophical views as a person, but it is beyond my capacity to think and to reason logically as imperfect human being. I exist because God wants me to exist and that is something to be thankful for, a reason to know humility and a motivation to smile everyday.
I will die eventually because God wants me to experience a different world. A world that ease away all the pains in my heart. A place where happiness is flowing in the river of joy and unconditional love sparkling like diamonds in the sky. Mortality is a preparation for a bigger purpose and human body is just a vessel that we possess but we don’t own it. I have to believe it.
Now I understand that dying is not something to be afraid of. It is something to be prepared for spiritually. In my own comprehension, dying is the chance to see the world not in a mortal’s eyes but seeing the wonders of the world in God’s eyes.
Peace…
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