Through the eons of time itself, Man has been on a constant quest to find the divine.
The vigilant journey to meet, in some way, the power above all powers (ie. the man upstairs among other epitaphs) has both fascinated the would-be faithful and driven them to all sorts of obsessions. In the name of this quest, men have slaughtered millions, subjugated more and veered so far off the track that this ‘quest’, at times, begins to resemble the Almighty less and less. The one outer lying question, why are we here and who do we answer to, has shaped many civilizations. But, the more we seek, the more, it seems, we get lost.
In early times, we worshiped our dead ancestors. We both revered and feared them. It was from this practice that I believe most of the pantheons of tribal and national gods sprang from. Our heroes and villains of yore became the overpowered spiritual court where the moving and shaking of our lives sprang from. But, as you can see by the lack of temples to pagan gods like Zeus, this practice did not fulfill us. We continued to reach and search for something to believe in; something to have faith in.
There are now so many forms of spiritual quests that it’s hard to separate the lies from the truth. In our constant search for meaning, Mankind finds himself running from one form of revelation to another. We tend to toss the old away when it no longer suits our needs and scurry over to the latest craze. Our frantic search tends to follow the lines of our own wants and needs, aspirations and sins. No wonder we tend to chase our own proverbial tail traveling in deeper and deeper circular ruts until we tire of it and decide the divine simply does not exist.
Or worse, we follow this self-serving trail back to our own hearts and minds and decide that either WE are the divine or that our greedy, tainted little hearts spew forth the spiritual font that we have so thirsted for all our lives.
But it doesn’t fill us does it? It might feel good to accept our own wants and needs as the end all, but it just doesn’t end the quest. Even when we reach out to others and lend a helping hand, is it the divine love that completes us. Is our ‘humanitarianism’ truly borne from a love beyond ourselves? OR are we simply trying to placate a bad feeling, an empty spot in our dark hearts with an empty gesture that is nothing more than a means to an end in the quest of us feeling better about ourselves?
Thus, the world becomes guilty of what it has been accusing the Christian Church of for so long; simply making things up to make themselves feel better.
In the end of my personal quest, the fulfillment of the search for the divine brings me to a startling conclusion. We’ve been spending all this time chasing God when all the while he was simply right behind us willing to give us a gift we couldn’t achieve on our own: FAITH.
Read Hebrews 11-12:2 and get back to me…. more later.