We are Ordinary Things

We are all made of ordinary stuff, put together in a certain, exact combinations: water, dirt, magnesium, copper, sunshine, grass, lettuce, pickles, electrons and memories. Only a bit of DNA and a dash of luck keep all these elements in their exact relationships. These exact combinations of elements are inherently unstable and never last long. Made from basically the same stuff as us, many plants only last a season. Most animals only live a few years. Even redwood trees last an age then disappear. Very few of us will ever see the high side of 100 years on this earth. When we die, the only thing that makes us special, the only thing that makes us different, different from rocks and different from each other, are the choices we make: the story we tell God about our life.

Life is a Process

Life has no set meaning. Even Jesus, waiting alone in the moonlight in the Garden of Gethsemane, had a choice. If he had turned away from his path, I am certain God would have understood and sent another messiah to earth. Therefore, our life path isn