Few people have the audacity required to presume they know how God thinks.
It takes a guy with impudence.
It takes a guy with impertinence.
It takes a guy like me.
God doesn’t really explain why he made me.
All I have is this line in Genesis:
Then God said, “Let us make man in our image, after our likeness.”
He already had a planet full of living things.
Living things that behave exactly the way He programmed them.
Apple trees grow apples.
Salmon return to their birthplace to spawn.
Spiders spin webs.
Everything does as God commands.
It is neat, orderly and predictable.
Then, God makes people.
We are not like trees, fish or spiders.
We are like God himself.
If we were trees, we could decide what fruit to grow.
If we were spiders, webs would be of infinite designs.
Emery, my youngest granddaughter, is one-year old.
I love to hold her ankles and hang her upside down.
Because it makes her laugh.
The sound of her laughter is the only reason for the activity.
I could search for a deeper, philosophical purpose but I don’t think I’ll find one.
Swinging by her ankles makes Emmi giggle.
And that’s why God made us.
He wants to hang us by our ankles and listen to us laugh.