MOST religions have the notion that all human beings are specially blessed. Most people probably don’t feel that to be true.
We may marvel at our unique energies and talents but rage inwardly about our restlessness and petty jealousies.
Deep down, we might know we are more than the descendants of primordial energy accidently occurring in a meaningless universe. We realise we are uniquely made for a unique purpose.
But sometimes that doesn’t make us feel, or act, any better. We are flawed people who sometimes squander our gifts of freedom. We make a mess of ourselves and others.
The truth is that we are where we are this morning because of the choices we’ve made.
Henry David Thoreau said most men lead lives of quiet desperation and “go to the grave with the song still in them’’.
Too often we feel we are drowning in a sea of anonymity. And that leaves no room for God or for the sense of what’s divine in the world.
We can become anxious that we will be forgotten.
That’s a lack of trust that we are created for significance and immortality. Maybe not in the worldly halls of fame, but in the eternal universe.
The great ancient poem Desiderata concluded: “The universe is unfolding as it should, and we’ve been given the privilege of being its vehicle’’.
We may see what is possible “through the glass dimly’’ but have the freedom to choose to live in a world of wonder and expectancy. But only in faith.