The meaning of life?
This question
has been asked
for millennia.
Some say
there is
no meaning,
life is just a
placeholder
between
oblivions.
Others say God
breathe
life into man
for a greater purpose,
intimately meaningful.
For some,
born in sickness
or poverty
life can be
a miserable go.
For others,
life can be a
beautiful
fulfilling experience.
Did God
choose which was which?
Did God
purposely
condemn some
poor souls
to ultimate
misery,
while granting
others bliss?
Would we
intentionally
deal with our
own children
in such a way?
To me, at least,
this seems
unlikely
from a
loving God.
So why is this so?
Is it just the
luck
of the draw
from an
uncaring expanse,
the machine
we call the universe?
Are we all just
tossed
into the mix
to hope for
the best,
make do with the
cards dealt?
Base on
observation
this seems closer
to the mark,
but
who can say
for sure?
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 17th, 2017 08:15
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Comments3
Of course it's easy for anyone to say 'A loving God exists' when all is calm and cosy.
I heard a phrase from a church - bit strict one - The Lord intervened in that Mr X's wife broke her hip. Bit of a strange way to put it.
You see, I might think differently if I had a special needs child or something like that.Or to put it a bit flippantly - Dunno, I've not been to heaven and back to ask Him!
Also - saying we're all God's children, in that He created all of us, I don't see Him as punishing us as naughty children.
Hi orchidee,
Thank you for reading my work and for taking the time to comment.
JG
I like it. It makes me think. Nice. Good writes. Good thoughts. Good poems.
Short and sweet, but to the point. ❤ 💗 💕 😊
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