"Why are we here?"

It is the question that has haunted every tribe, every clan, every civilization since the dawn of time. It is the question that keeps us awake at night, that puts restlessness in our bones, that makes us groan inwardly in this sad world we live in.

"Why are we here?"

We pursue answering this question through our lives. We try to find meaning, yet find it unattainable. Why do we bash King Solomon for all his searching when we do the same thing? He sought meaning in pleasure, in work, in fame, in knowledge... Yet meaning did not make its residence in any of these. Pleasure is met with grief, work is met with weariness, fame is met with being forgotten, knowledge only brings agony and futility.

"Why are we here?"

We cannot answer this question for ourselves. We must look out into the world to answer this question. We must step into the Temple of God and look out over the vast reaches of the earth to understand, to catch a mere glimpse of the answer.

"Are we here to be better people?" No.
"Are we here to not sin anymore?" No.
"Are we here to go to church and read our Bibles?" No.
"Are we here not to smoke, drink, cuss or dance?" No.

Purely and simply, "We are here to worship and serve the Universe-Creator."

"How do we do this?" We help other people. We make the world a better place. We change the world around us, in small ways and big ways.

"How do I do this?" I am still struggling to find that answer.