Sunday and the Meaning of Life

Every Sunday I go to church. I believe in God. I believe that He sent his Son (in the Bible's way of speaking) to die for us to enable us to have a relationship with God the Father. I'd prefer a more metaphysical explanation but... why tamper with the Word of God :)

But as one of my friends put it- I'm quite materialistic. Or better way to say would be - I'm more realistic. Whatever :)

But it is true that sometimes I place my security more in security, financial security. In stocks, bonds, things you can sell, hold... feel. I love beautiful objects.

In the Old Testament- the prequel to the Gospels, there is a story of a Jewish soldier who takes a beautiful rug and precious objects from a city which God has commandered to be utterly destroyed. He eventually confessed and was killed. I feel sorry for the poor bastard. If I was in his shoes, maybe I would have done the same thing.

Anyhow, the sermon today stressed on the temporaral nature of the world today. In other words, why work so hard for things which you can't take with you to heaven?

But then again many parents selflessly and heroiclly work very hard to provide for their children and their grandchildren. But even then- they only provide material wealth- sadly many children/grandchildren end up as spoil brats and squander the fortune that their parent left behind.

After the sermon, I said my prayer:

Dear God,

Forgive me for sometimes being such a selfish bastard. Forgive me for my love for material objects and for misusing your mercy and grace. Clease me of my sins, and wash away my dross, purify me like gold. Not by my strength O Lord but in thy Grace I trust. Help me to be the man you want me to be.

Let it be so (i.e., Amen)