Saturday, January 15, 2011

Musings Of A Twelve Year-Old Prodigy


The Point of Life
By Natalie Ruh

While I wasn’t cracking jokes with my friends in school, or working my butt off to get straight A’s, a thought that I didn’t even acknowledge occurred to me. Why do the things that matter to me matter at all? This led to another thought. Why do we need to do the things people say we need to do? I’ve always wondered these thoughts, but haven’t realized it. And recognition is the reason I am writing this today.
Have you ever felt stuck with no way to get out? Sometimes I feel this way. Trapped. Stuck. Hindered. As if my life is planned out and there is nothing I can do to change it. As if my life is this routine that I have to do and redo for eternity.

Today, I was pouting about how my weekend was going to be horrible and how school is so pointless. Then, at some point, my train of thought led to one destination and I finally realized where I was. And it was this thought that made me question everything I have done in my life time.
My question: What is the point of life?
Well first, what does ‘life’ mean? The dictionary says that life is ‘the condition that distinguishes organisms from inorganic objects and dead organisms, being manifested by growth through metabolism, reproduction, and the power of adaptation to environment through changes originating internally’. I’m not 100% sure, but I think that means life is the opposite of death. Well, duh!
But again, what is the point of life?
Some might say it is to protect others, but we all die eventually.
Some might say it is to love one another, and while that might be part of our existence, it is not hitting the bulls-eye.
Some might say it is to make memories, but happenings always fade and we soon forget them.
Some might say it is to have a pleasurable time, and while the thought is rather appealing, there is nothing behind it, because pleasure is just pleasure. There is (in the scheme of things) no outcome. Because when you cannot think of anything else to pleasure yourself with, you have done nothing for yourself to show for it that is un-erasable.

I thought of what we are required to do with the majority of our lives and saw a bland timeline that achieves absolutely nothing. From the time we’re born, we learn to interact with others (only to be limited to be around people later in life). We go to school to learn about the world and we learn what to do with our future. Then we work so we can apply what we learned in school. Now, no law forces us to get a job, but there is something that draws us to work: Money.
This brings us an important question. Why do we need money? Because without money, we cannot receive items that are sometimes necessary to live. Simple, right? But why does money matter? Answer: because we make it matter. That’s all that there is to it. But that is for another time.
Back on topic: If you lay out everything I have just said and take a look, it doesn’t sound like what life should be like.
Summary: We are born, we go to school, we get jobs, we earn money, and then we die.
Fun huh?

Someone once asked me if I thought Jesus died on the cross so we could get a job. Once he asked me this, it was clear what most of life was about.
Now, after saying all of that, I think life is about getting the earth ready for God’s kingdom. But at the same time, it doesn’t feel like a complete answer (if you know what I mean). And now, looking from a religious view, the question is totally different. Why did God make us? For His own pleasure? So He could feel responsible for something? So He could love something and have it love Him back? To give Him memories and joy? Did he make us just because he could (I honestly don’t think that, but who knows?)?
Honestly, I haven’t a clue. But I am sure that as soon as I get to heaven, I will ask. But until then, I should do what the Word says: to get people ready.
And because I’ve always wanted to write this, I’m just going to say it.

The End

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Something to say




       I'm guessing that in order to be a serious blogger, you've got to have something to say.  But all too often, I find that when I have something to say, no words come flowing from my heart, to my mind, to my fingertips,  and onto my beloved Motherboard.  It takes a while.  Maybe because I'm so verbal.  How does one who is used to using 10,000 words a day turn some of those words into writing.  Hmmmm...
     Anyway, the thing I wanted to talk about was what I said in my second sentence.   ..."words come flowing from my heart, to my mind", ect...  And that fact, that I started with the words "flowing from my heart" seems to be the whole point of my blogging. 
     I was reading today from some book...hmmm I think I had at least four or five open today... oh, no, I was at Borders!  ...make that at least 10-12 books.  Anyway, I read something profound, something about how our thoughts don't really originate from our minds.  That the idea of thoughts coming from our brain was a western culture idea and that we've separated out heads (thoughts) and our hearts (emotions).  But it's just not wisdom to separate such things.  Just like in medicine.  We've separated the physical from the mental from the emotional from the spiritual and we are finding out (duh) that it's all connected.  Like the idea of physical touch helping, even causing, healing to take place has been newly discovered!  Wow, what a breakthrough. (Is there an emoticon for sarcasm?)
     So, as I decided to start this blog, this was on my mind...or in my heart.  That my deepest desire is to encounter God, to know what is in His heart.  For me and for others.  And I just cannot separate what God thinks from what He feels.  Seriously, for years I have been listening intently to God and what He impresses upon me is so deep and so intimate.  And I can't tell if it's thoughts or emotions because He carries all of us in His heart, in "the cleft of the rock", so to speak.  And every word is so deeply felt by Him.
     And so I believed this man, this author, this author of the book I was reading today and can't for the life of me remember which one.  I believed him that our hearts and our minds were ment to be so interconnected that you couldn't even begin to tell what was the source of it all. 
     Like a love letter.  Or Lindor truffles.