NOT AN ANGEL – ME!


What am I supposed to be when I grow up?

What is the purpose of my life?

Why am I here?


Isn’t everyone supposed to ask those questions as we grow up? I am very lucky. I had the good fortune to be in Gerry Gibson’s Sunday school class in the fourth grade. He gave us the answer to those questions. The answer that I never forgot. It just became a part of who I am and it answered those questions for me. Without me even knowing I was supposed to ask them.


I can clearly remember that Sunday. Our class met in one of the Sunday school rooms downstairs at the end of the hall. It was an L-shaped room and, if I remember right, was painted a light peach color. The third grade class was in the same room as the fourth grade class. After starting class with a time together, each class settled in their own little circle of chairs; one class in each side of the ‘L’. We had those small, wooden chairs that were built just for grade school sized children. I don’t exactly remember what lesson we were studying that day, but someone asked Mr. Gibson the question - why did God create us?


He explained that God had all the angels up in heaven worshipping Him all day. They could do nothing except sing His praises. God wanted to have something that worshipped Him because it chose to worship Him. That is why God created man – someone to whom He would give the choice of free will. We can decide to join those angels in the songs of praise or not. It was up to us. I can remember the feeling of excitement to know why God made me. I seriously felt like I had a light bulb over my head.


So that is it. That is why God created man - to worship God because we want to worship God. I have no idea if theologians would cringe at that statement but that is the lesson I learned that day. It doesn’t matter what I do in my life. What job I am working, or what hobby I need to pursue. None of it matters as long as I am doing it with a spirit of God worship. It makes things so easy, really. I just need to keep my focus on why I was made by God.


I am not an angel. I am created by God to worship Him. I sing His praises.

marsig


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