The other day in Physiology class, our teacher asked a question (as teacher's are wont to do).
Some kid behind me murmured the answer but didn't put up her hand to share it with the whole class. After some uncomfortable silence, a five minute sub-lecture followed, of how important it is to do prep and reading work. And then a half hour re-cap of the previous lecture.
If that kid had just answered when the question was asked, everything would have been sunshine and daisies.
What about the ultimate question (Slightly more ultimate than ''what hormones are released by the pituritary gland?") ... What is the meaning to life? The world agonizes, experiments, theorises, gets depressed over, this admittedly important question. Why are we here, what are we supposed to DO - besides take up space, make waste, and make more babies who take up more space and make more waste. Knowledge? Love? Just have a good time?
I think a lot of Christians are the same as that girl that sat behind me. And I'm not talking about people judging my hairstyles. Maybe we can blog about that later.
We know the answer! Jesus said, "I am the bread of life! Eat of me and you will not hunger again! I am the water of life! Drink of me and you will never thirst again!"
Has anyone ever said anything more beautiful?
Find Jesus, and your search is complete!
So why do Christians, who've found this answer, sit in the corner and whisper the answer into their sleeves?
When the world is agonizing, theorizing, experimenting, getting depressed over this question.
As Paul said, their ignorance is a judgment on our lives.
I have this most awful playout in my head of judgement day, where some of the people I know look at me like, "why didn't you tell us?"
