I've always wondered.....why??? What purpose do we serve? What do the majority of us do with the gifts given to us? On the day that they close our casket door and we return home....what will they put in the empty boxes of the life that I led....that you lead. All of things that we gathered along the way that held so much value are tucked away in boxes, some never to be seen again, some to be pulled back out at other times to remind us of the one that we held so dear. I have always marveled that in the beginning was God and in the end is God. Its always mesmerized me that in Genesis.....God spoke everything into existence. Go ahead....read it. He spoke to the light and it appeared, he spoke to the waters and they appeared, he spoke to the stars and they appeared....but stop...now look at Genesis 2:7 the Lord God formed the man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life and the man became a living being." NIV God didn't speak you and I into existence he felt us worthy enough of a touch from his royal hands, cupped in the dirt of the ground and he gathered it together and he formed and molded us into his image and then he bent over us and with one glorious breath....he breathed life into us. His lips touched ours and life would never be the same. But then the world starts pouring in and we forget those lips that touched ours. We forget the one that gave breath and that also takes breath away. We get so tied up in this world of OUR accomplishments that we totally miss the gift that has been there all along....but we in our hurried world have seemed to walk past it in an effort to make something of ourselves and our children. But what really is our purpose....our reason. Why did you choose to breathe life into my nostrils Lord? What purpose, what plan....have I failed to see. Ecclesiastes was believed to be wrote by the Great King Solomon...in it he writes about the temporality of this world and the meaninglessness of it. Eccl 1:11 There is no remembrance of men of old, and even those who are yet to come will not be remembered by those who follow." NIV What sits then in my box on the day they close my casket and begin to pack up the boxes of my life. Will I have served my purpose here? Will I have fulfilled what I was truly sent here to accomplish? Without Christ....LIFE....holds no meaning. Life as we have made it is meaningless. God gives life its meaning. Why he chose to use such weak vessels as us to proclaim and bring forth the good news...I'm struggling with the answer to. Why would you chose to send a son from such a lineage as Joseph's. Why would you chose a family with such stains and tarnish to bring forth the savior of the world. Why would you chose a bunch of sinners and save them by your grace...by GRACE alone!! I think I want nothing put into those boxes on that day.....I think I want my boxes to sit next to my casket.....EMPTY....and void of what this world has to offer. Knowing that because those boxes are empty.... my heart and soul were not burdened by the things of this world....but by my purpose alone. How many boxes will it take to fill your accomplishments in this life? Or will your's remain empty as well.....
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
So What is Life Really.......and what goes in the box when it's all over. Blogpost by Tammy Konneker
I've always wondered.....why??? What purpose do we serve? What do the majority of us do with the gifts given to us? On the day that they close our casket door and we return home....what will they put in the empty boxes of the life that I led....that you lead. All of things that we gathered along the way that held so much value are tucked away in boxes, some never to be seen again, some to be pulled back out at other times to remind us of the one that we held so dear. I have always marveled that in the beginning was God and in the end is God. Its always mesmerized me that in Genesis.....God spoke everything into existence. Go ahead....read it. He spoke to the light and it appeared, he spoke to the waters and they appeared, he spoke to the stars and they appeared....but stop...now look at Genesis 2:7 the Lord God formed the man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life and the man became a living being." NIV God didn't speak you and I into existence he felt us worthy enough of a touch from his royal hands, cupped in the dirt of the ground and he gathered it together and he formed and molded us into his image and then he bent over us and with one glorious breath....he breathed life into us. His lips touched ours and life would never be the same. But then the world starts pouring in and we forget those lips that touched ours. We forget the one that gave breath and that also takes breath away. We get so tied up in this world of OUR accomplishments that we totally miss the gift that has been there all along....but we in our hurried world have seemed to walk past it in an effort to make something of ourselves and our children. But what really is our purpose....our reason. Why did you choose to breathe life into my nostrils Lord? What purpose, what plan....have I failed to see. Ecclesiastes was believed to be wrote by the Great King Solomon...in it he writes about the temporality of this world and the meaninglessness of it. Eccl 1:11 There is no remembrance of men of old, and even those who are yet to come will not be remembered by those who follow." NIV What sits then in my box on the day they close my casket and begin to pack up the boxes of my life. Will I have served my purpose here? Will I have fulfilled what I was truly sent here to accomplish? Without Christ....LIFE....holds no meaning. Life as we have made it is meaningless. God gives life its meaning. Why he chose to use such weak vessels as us to proclaim and bring forth the good news...I'm struggling with the answer to. Why would you chose to send a son from such a lineage as Joseph's. Why would you chose a family with such stains and tarnish to bring forth the savior of the world. Why would you chose a bunch of sinners and save them by your grace...by GRACE alone!! I think I want nothing put into those boxes on that day.....I think I want my boxes to sit next to my casket.....EMPTY....and void of what this world has to offer. Knowing that because those boxes are empty.... my heart and soul were not burdened by the things of this world....but by my purpose alone. How many boxes will it take to fill your accomplishments in this life? Or will your's remain empty as well.....
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