There’s always a story.
Life is made up of stories. And every story we have is a part of a bigger story within our own lives, and the lives of those around us, and the lives of everyone we’ve ever come in contact, and ultimately everyone on earth.
It’s all a story.
And often, we can’t figure out what part of the story we’re in. John Eldredge put it this way: “For most of us, life feels like a movie we’ve arrived at forty-five minutes late” (Epic).
I’ve felt this confusion time and time again. But what helps me is knowing that my story fits in somewhere as part of a larger story, and that the story has already been written. Well, the important parts, that is.
But I can’t shake the feeling that we’ve been looking at this story the wrong way for generations. And I think that’s where the confusion comes in.
We’ve been searching for meaning in our lives, but we haven’t discovered that meaning comes when we find out that our lives aren’t a puzzle. Rather, they’re puzzle pieces. And they all fit together to create a picture that, at its heart, centers around Jesus.
But I really think people—no, Christians—have gotten it wrong.
To find meaning for life, we have to center life around Christ. But to truly center our lives around him, we first have to discover who he is.
Look at his life. What made him happy? What made him angry? Whom did he cherish? Whom did he criticize?
Can you relate what went on during his life to what’s going on in your life?
What makes you happy? What makes you angry? Whom do you cherish? Whom do you criticize?
No, this isn’t a rehash of WWJD?. It’s much deeper than that. It’s a challenge to rediscover.
Rediscover what life looks like through Jesus’ eyes. Rediscover what people look like through Jesus’ eyes. Rediscover what you look like through Jesus’ eyes.
Can you find meaning in that? He found meaning in you. Enough meaning to die.