| We
search for significance in different ways. We think that if we can
connect with someone special, we'll become someone special. Or we try to
outlive life. When the billionaire realises he will run out of years
before he runs out of money, he establishes a foundation. We have kids
for the same reason. One day, when we die, we hope our descendants will
remember 'good old Dad' or 'sweet old Mum' and we'll extend our lives
via theirs. The famous atheist Bertrand Russell said, 'I believe that
when I die my bones will rot and nothing shall remain of my ego.' You
say, 'He can't be right.' He's not! Jesus said, '...the very hairs on
your head are all numbered' (Matthew 10:30 NKJV). We monitor other
things like the amount of money in the bank, petrol in the tank, and
pounds on the scale. But hair? We style hair, colour hair, cut hair, but
we don't count hair. God does. God planned you, knows everything about
you, and loves you. The Psalmist said: 'You made all the delicate, inner
parts of my body and knit me together in my mother's womb. Thank you
for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is
marvellous--how well I know it. You watched me as I was being formed in
utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb. You
saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your
book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed. How
precious are your thoughts about me, O God...' (Psalms 139:13-17 NLT). |
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