But do they know why? Why are they here… not at this airport, but why are they in existence? To create noise? To scurry about like little ants on long treadmills that move whether you do or not? Or do they know something more? Do they know the one who placed them into this time and place?
Sorry if this is a bit overboard. I’m on my way to Los Angeles for a seminary class at Hope and have been in the Denver airport for about 4 hours now, waiting for my flight. (One more hour to go… at least it’s not last week, when about 5000 people were stranded here by weather.) And I’m just struck by the sheer volume of people coming and going – and wondering if there is purpose in their commotion.
A few weeks ago, in a staff meeting ‘exercise’ we were describing our community. If we were right, most of the people here (as at home) are just letting life happen to them with no overarching drive toward anything beyond continued existence.
But that’s just not enough. Yesterday, I came across Psalm 100 talking about entering His courts with praise. I’ve always read that with the future/heavenly gates mental image with the complimentary ‘come to church happy’ application. But if the coming into of courts and entering through of gates is symbolic of coming closer to God, then He must be near.
In fact, the Spirit of God is not only near – He is HERE. He is life. Life is praise. Living is thanking God for His enduring love and faithfulness.
We must do more than suck and blow air, like the airport ventilation system. We must do more than create some noise as we scurry about. We must live the day. To thank the God who made us – whose we are… we must live.