Why does it matter . . . .
that if f I’m adopted, in many cases, at some point, I want to know who my biological parents are regardless of how well my adopted parents raised me?
that a boy longs so deeply for his father’s approval that he will spend a lifetime unknowingly trying to earn it through his accomplishments or spurn it in anger and destructive behavior?
that a girl abandoned by her father often becomes promiscuous as a teenager and continues into her adulthood struggling with believing she is lovable and deserving of respect?
Why does it matter at all, as these examples and others similar to them reveal, where I came from and if I mattered to the person who brought me into the world? If all we are from the beginning is a random series of events and unintentional, mindless, happenstance, why is it so innately important to us and our personal well-being?
Could it matter because the origin of our beginning is more significant than our biological parents, so much more, infinitely more because it began within a Divine Will and Being? Could it matter because we were designed by a SOMEONE to KNOW and experience relationship with and within Whom we are to discover our true identity? Could it matter because the significance of this origin and the amazing identity it reveals about us fuels the strength of our desire to discover who we are, where we came from and if we mattered to our Creator? (You can decide if the “C” should be capitalized.)
“And He made from one man every nation of mankind to live on all the face of the earth, having determined allotted periods and the boundaries of their dwelling place, that they should seek God and perhaps feel their way toward Him and find Him. Yet He is actually not far from each one of us, for ‘In Him we live and move and have our being,’ as even some of your own poets have said, ‘For we are indeed His offspring.” Acts 17:26-28
I might be on to something . . . .