There I was for countless centuries, for an immeasurable eternity, minding my own business while blissfully unaware of anything. The universe was unfolding around me as the particles of my very being floated throughout space and time, seemingly insignificant in the grand scheme of things. Then, supposedly triggered by some ‘naughty’ behavior on the part of two earthly beings, my bits and pieces, my particles, atoms and things, hitherto unrelated, began to conspire together. By some mysterious blueprint they organized into molecules, elements and bodily goop to take their form as yours truly.
After being unceremoniously ejected into a place and time known as reality, I found myself in existence. I had no idea what to do next or, more accurately, no idea about anything.
I gradually came to the realization that there were other beings around me who acted as though they understood what to do about my existence. They expected me to learn what they know. So, having no broader frame of reference, I played along, absorbing knowledge and experience until I took my place among them. Along the way I learned that existence is temporary. Very temporary.
Then I die.
I asked myself, is existence unfair or is it just me? I mean, I was quite happy being nothing. I wasn’t unhappy floating around the universe without form or a single thought. I didn’t have to go to school, hold down a job, take out the trash or do the dishes. I never once caught a cold or needed Imodium. And I didn’t ask to be brought into existence. Why was I here and what was I supposed to do about it? Really. What’s the point?
Our allotted state of being is a curious thing. Existence differs between species. Existence for animals means reacting involuntarily to hard-wired impulses and external stimuli with no consciousness of purpose. When I declare, “Walkies!” my dog leaps in a Pavlovian dash to the patio door before she knows what’s happened, often from a state of deep sleep. Existence is a virtual no-brainer for the less-sentient among us. But as it turns out, I exist as a human being and, as such, since my arrival I’ve been largely responsible for how I’ve experienced my existence. Saddled with free will (a uniquely human characteristic), when I say or do foolish things, life gets unpleasant. Conversely, when I think things through and act responsibly, life gets better. Unfortunately, I don’t always know the difference and can’t objectively discern smart from stupid as they apply in each circumstance. And this is how we learn.
Existence is complicated for those of us who practice it as a human being. We must make decisions. Our experience of reality depends on the compound outcome of those decisions. We could really use an instruction manual.
As it turns out, I’ve come to learn that the mysterious blueprint that guided my bits and pieces together, resulting in my existence, had an author. An architect. It must be so because the programming instructions in my DNA reflect a degree of intelligent design that cannot be ignored. Popular culture tells me that my blueprint, DNA programming and all, is the result of a series of random events and mutations. But I’m shown no empirical evidence of this. No repeatable experiment. No proof. I can observe the effects of natural selection in nature that cause adaptive changes within species, but the emergence of a new more complex species from another less-complex species has never been observed and documented by anyone. Ever.
So in the absence of evidence to the contrary I must conclude that I had a creator. The Creator. God.
That makes more sense when I think about it. It explains why those particles minding their own business in the cosmos suddenly banded together in my mother’s womb to become me. Indeed, in Psalm 139 the Bible says as much.
For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother’s womb.
I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.
My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.
In fact, I’ve come to learn that the Bible has a lot to say about my existence. It explains why I was created (Revelation 4:11) and is, in fact, that instruction manual I said we need. An instruction manual given to us by God so we can make some sense of our existence and make life’s daily decisions based on what we understand to be His will for us.
2 Timothy 3:16-17
All scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness: That the man of God may be perfect, throughly furnished unto all good works.
So God brought me into existence for His own purpose. He knew that I’d have some questions and He knew that I’d struggle with day to day decision-making. He gave me free will so I’d be capable of having a meaningful relationship with Him, and He gave me His inspired word, the Bible, so I’d know who He is, what He expects of me, and how I can spend eternity with Him by accepting Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior.
According to the instruction manual, my existence isn’t temporary at all!
If you’d like to learn more about what the Bible says about our existence, our free will and our relationship with God, I wrote an article in 2015 titled, “Was It Something I Said” that might help. Let me know what you think.