Why are we here?

Do you ever wonder why we are here? Is there a reason? Is it to love? Is it just to exist? Thousands of years ago there were people just like me and now they are gone. I wasn't there with them because i didn't exist. Now im here. I often wonder what for? At this moment i feel great, but there are times that i don't. Now that im 60 i have many questions. I dont believe in eternal punishment because that doesn't make sense of a loving God. I wasn't here from time eternal until now and its something i ponder. If we are here to work, exist and die i often wonder the meaning. Some people suffer immeasurably in this existence and some have more wealth than is necessary. So why the disparity? I'm neither. I'm just grateful at this moment as i finish writing my thoughts over a cup of coffee. I hope by the end of the day i make some kind of difference whether big or small and find meaning in everything i do. Humbly yours, Bruce!

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LadyGrace · 80-89

Hi Bruce,

I love the way you’re thinking about this--your reflections are gentle, honest, and very human. I believe the reason we’re here is deeply simple, yet endlessly profound: we’re here to learn how to love. Just like Jesus did and he was the perfect example. It's easy to love people when their lovable and acting lovable, but it takes real courage and strength to love people when they may be hateful to us. This is the test of true love in my opinion. We are to love people like Jesus loves us, unconditionally. Of course we have to keep our boundaries in a healthy way so that we don't allow people to hurt us but I'm not talking about that. Jesus said to love everyone. There was no "if" in that sentence.

Not in some abstract sense, or just “being nice,” but to truly learn how to see another person, to feel their joys and pains, and to respond with care, patience, and kindness. Because if we can’t learn to love each other here, in all the messiness and imperfections of life, how could we ever fully love in heaven?

Life is fleeting, and yes, there are injustices, inequalities, and suffering. But maybe that’s the classroom--our hearts are being shaped in real time. Each act of compassion, every little difference we make, every moment we choose patience over frustration, those are the ways we live with meaning.

So when you sit with your coffee, feeling grateful, or when life feels heavy, know that those moments are exactly the moments where love matters most--small, quiet, but infinitely important. The purpose is not something grand we have to achieve; it’s a daily choice to love, again and again.

Humbly and warmly,

Grace