The other day a parent whose child was killed in the Sandy Hook tragedy took his own life. So many thoughts and feeling sweep through my mind/body/spirit. I will share one.
How dare I worry about my life! I’d better stop perseverating on the meaning of my life and start acknowledging all my good fortune. My faith tells me that my purpose is to be of service to others.
This should be simple. It can be done in silence and solitude.
The Christian faith is about service. Jesus tells us so through parables, direct teachings, and his own actions. Faith versus works has been debated throughout the centuries, but I need no debate here. If I don’t believe that my life purpose is to be of service, I have no faith. Although I’m mighty amiss at following through on this, my faith reminds me when I stray.
Belief in God opens me to compassion for others. I can hardly imagine what this Sandy Hook parent was facing every day after his child died. I have no judgment. I do know, however, that I face a God who calls me to be of service.