This week, the topic at unplugged was The Meaning of Life. I thought we might want to cover something heavier but they said, “No, let’s just stick with the one question that has plagued philosophers for centuries”. So I acquiesced.
I don’t like approaching “what is the meaning of life?” from a Christian perspective. I really don’t. I think the conversation is nonexistent, or boring at best. I’ve been told since before I could spell “Eucharist” that we were created by God to do his will, and I’ve yet to meet a Christian who disagrees with that (I’d love to though. If you know one, send him/her my way).
That said, the whole “God’s will” thing is where everything gets tricky. What the hell is it, anyway? Everyone and their mother has a different answer, many of them conveniently aligning with their own respective ideologies. But I don’t like this conversation either. I think that more often than not it tends to shift our focus away from reality and into vague notions of what we believe God needs from us.
I’m not going to be able to give you the meaning of life in this blog post. (I’ve totally figured it out though. It’s just, uh, a secret.) But I do have some suggestions about how to approach the conversations as a Christian. I believe that when attempting to find an overarching meaning, one should keep in mind that not all people are Christians, and whatever one comes up with should apply to them to. God has a plan for everyone, not just those who have been shown a bible.
Food for thought/parting questions: does being a Christian make this discussion easier, or more challenging? Will we ever have a definitive answer, or is this something only God can know? If it is, why bother having this conversation at all? Did Jesus know about “42”, and if so, why didn’t he tell, like, Paul or something?