Untangling

Once upon a time you were born. You cannot remember that day. You cannot remember anything. That moment in your life is a sort of fairy tale, so far away and strange. You cannot figure out what that day was like by yourself. You cannot  pick apart your mind and find those days, those days you spent jostling around in the darkness of the womb, growing bones and cells multiplying, organs and tissues,  eyeballs and toes. Your brains did not have the capability of longterm memory. You were this magnificent being unknowing what you would become. You were in a stage of darkness, confusion.

Blankness and uncertainty fills the first epoch of your life. Does that scare you?

Not really.

Because it is natural. Everyone cannot remember their first stages of existence. You were not there mentally so it does not bother you. And you’ve heard about your life through another source. Most likely your parents told you about your day of birth, the months before you can remember, the pictures, the videos, the stories, even the artifacts of your childhood. They are loving and true. They give you evidence. You trust their words.

But what happens if you do not have your actual birth parents. Someone who does not know you deeply takes you in. They tell you they love you but something is missing. They did not make you. You trust them and find shelter in them, but they do not know everything about you. Or what if you do not trust your parents. You claim them as your makers but you truly do not accept their account. You find them fallible and unrealistic. You think of them as merely figures to be used once in awhile when troubles come. In these respects, you are not fully sure of your story, your existence. You cannot feel complete.

Do you know where you come from? How you got here?

Not in the birth from the womb sense. But humanity in a whole sense.

Do you know how we got here?

It all seems hazy, the past. The story of Adam and Eve. The biblical accounts. Noah. Moses. Even historical accounts of history. Aristotle. Columbus. They are so far away sometimes, so separate. But what do you use to bring yourself back into their reality? How much do you trust in those people having actually existed?

People trust history books more than the Bible it seems. Yet…

“The quantity of New Testament material is almost embarrassing in comparison with other works of antiquity.”

And when people look for their past, the definition of who they are, it all depends on the source feeding them. Just as if you know your parents and trust them concerning your birth, if you know God and trust him, you are not going to discredit His account of humanity. You are going to believe Him. Confusion lessens because you are familiar with His words, the Bible. You know your Father and know that you are His child.

But if you submit to someone else as your ‘god’ who isn’t in fact the real true God, how can you know yourself completely? Just as it is difficult to find out about your past from people who aren’t your parents, it is difficult to find out the meaning of your life without searching for it.

And if you do not trust your parents, how are you supposed to know who you are? Many people claim to know God but there is not trust involved. God is a faraway concept, a toy to be taken out when the times get rough. A figure not to be trusted. His words to be ignored.

You will know who you are if you go to your Creator.

The creation account of man seems so far and distant and out of the realm of possibility.

But it is natural.

We are all born not knowing.

We are all conceived with the same cloudy symptom.

We just need to find our Creator and know…

that there is something greater waiting outside the darkness.