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If you’re like me, you’re good at getting by. You do what you need to, and not much else. You’re quite possibly a follower of Christ, but maybe not. Maybe like me, you’ve entered, or will be  entering, your middle years. Again, maybe not.

This is (your) life. Or something like it:

You’ve got a great career: you do what you do, and do it well. You have a wonderful wife, a great family. But what you don’t have is purpose:

Why are you here? Why does it feel like there should be more? You should be happy, content. Why does it feel like something is missing?

What’s wrong with you? You have so much, and yet your life feels like (to borrow a phrase) you still haven’t found what you’re looking for?

You, my friend, have mastered the fine art of surviving. But somewhere along the way you forgot how to thrive. You traded purpose, and fulfillment, for mere thrills. You forgot that one does not feel one’s way into actions, but rather acts one’s way into feelings.

You’ve put the proverbial cart before the horse.

You’ve forgotten that you’re not a human doing, but rather a human being. Your purpose is innate, put there by God. He created you for Himself, and the good works will follow–as you follow Him. “For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which He prepared beforehand that we should walk in them.”

But don’t let’s put the cart before the horse; we must needs worship before we can serve. It’s not either/or–it’s both/and. Worship and service go hand-in-hand.

And purpose will follow–as we follow Him. First be, then do. He is the vine, you are the branch.

Let’s not cut ourselves off, okay?

He knows you, and who He made you to be. Don’t be afraid to fail forward as you follow.

I’ve been wondering lately about the nature of life. You could say I’ve been grappling with it my whole life. Here’s what I keep coming back to: no one gets out alive.

At least not in the bodies we were born into. And who would want to? Mine has:

A bit too much padding around the middle.

Sleep apnea.

And came with only one kidney.

In a way, it was born worn out, already dying. At least that’s what the medical professionals tell us.

And so do the Scriptures. We are “born in sin, and shapen in iniquity.” Our parents, at the pinnacle of their earthly ecstasies, were breeding sinners.

We come out of the birth canal doubly dead: our cells have begun their divisive march towards eventual death, and we, long before our first cogent thoughts, have inherited our parents’ natures.

It is a sad situation.

But for Jesus–who said “you must be born again.” There is of course no crawling back into the womb again–no, this is a spiritual birth.

Even so, we will all still die: because life as we know it was not meant to be “survived.” The fact is: we either die to ourselves, or just finally, completely, utterly die.

Never again to rise.

We must be born again.

Are you born again?