Always at night, it seems...

It's cold. The kind of dry, stiff, gripping cold that runs down your throat and up your nose to steal any semblance of warmth. It's a clear sky, finally.

I'm looking at a star, part of the big dipper, I think. The light now reaching my eyes began its journey from that star before my grandparents were born. Big universe.

If you ever start to think you're a big deal, just go outside and look at the stars for about 30 seconds. That should cure your problem.

Over the years, almost everything has changed from when I was a little boy, laying on the concrete looking up at the stars and dreaming. Life has come and gone. Years of growth, mistakes, learning, experience, maturation and revelation have come to pass. People have arrived, played their part and left the stage of my life. The world has gotten immensely smaller since those wonderfully simple years when life was swing sets and sippy-cups.

The thing is, those stars are still exactly where they were when that little boy looked up at the night sky filled with wonder and amazement. The God who placed each of those stars in their appointed locations still sits on His throne exactly where He's been since before.

I didn't specify before what, exactly. That wasn't an oversight, you see. The Star-maker didn't appear at a certain time...He simply is. There was no beginning to His almighty reign. Of course, there won't be an end either. He simply exists. For all the intelligence I've seemingly been blessed with, I still can't even begin to wrap my over-sized cranium around that truth.

All the hustle and bustle this world tries so desperately to fill our lives with is temporal. Some day, ten million years from now, none of this present struggle will be on anyone's mind. My generation spends a nearly infinite amount of energy, time and resources trying to figure out how their life is going to be. Sadly, an equally, infinitely small amount of energy, time and resources is spent figuring out our eternal existence.

My friends, it all goes back to significance. As I sit here tonight, I'm stuck yet again with an overwhelming, crushing urge to be significant...eternally significant. I want to think, say and do things that will have people talking in Heaven someday. I recently told someone that "life is in the details", that it's the small, mundane things that matter. So true!

Go look at the stars. Ponder the weight of how small you are. Put things back into perspective. You were bought with a price, created for a purpose. Are you living out that purpose right now? If not, are you at least seeking God and growing in Him? If you don't know this God that I'm talking about, if you don't know His Son Jesus...do you want to?

Don't let anything or anyone keep you from where you're supposed to be. In life, in love, in all. Seek God, set the goal and then GO.



Seek God, set the goal and GO.