We are either one of two things.
We are either nothing, or we are something.
See, I choose to believe that we are something – that we matter.
Donald Miller echoed this in his book Father Fiction. He said:
“What led me to spirituality wasn’t only my desire to be fathered—although I like the fact that I am fathered by God. But what really lead me to spiritually was a desire to believe I was human and that being human mattered.”
I agree.
I choose to believe we matter.
For I am not sure how else to live this life.
“Say that we are a puff of warm breath in a very cold universe. By this kind of reckoning we are either immeasurably insignificant or we are incalculably precious and interesting.”
–Marilynne Robinson, When I Was A Child I Read Books
