I’m in a philosophical and theological mood. I’m thinking way up high and I can’t complete the basic tasks my job requires of me.

I wanted to write about family; about how we should spend our lives investing in people and now houses and cars and suits and careers. Those things will fade, but people will enrich our lives. But then I got sidetracked.

I started to think about writing to people who are afraid of church, afraid of religion, and letting them know that church isn’t for good, put together people, church is for people. All people. We all need God and that’s why we go to church, not because we’re already good. If we were already good, we wouldn’t need him. But then I got sidetracked again.

A friend asked me how to find purpose in his life, or rather how to find the purpose in his life—the purpose. I told him our purposes are not something we know at the beginning of a journey, but rather something we find along the way, something we observe as we travel. There is a goal: to serve and glorify God and be more life him, but our specific purpose, be it defined by vocation or some service we provide to others, is under that larger umbrella. But then, once again, I got sidetracked.

I started listening to snippets of C.S. Lewis audio books, but I decided I couldn’t listen to them and work at the same time. My head is still stuck in his books though. I scanned through Mere Christianity and The Problem of Pain in a philosophy class in college, but never really dug into any of them. Some things really stuck out to me though and I can’t seem to shake them right now. Mere Christianity. Mere Christianity. He put more effort into titling his books than most take time to think about. What about Christianity is meager enough to be described by that adjective? What we believe, why we believe it, and the hope found in it—these things are, all together and separately, earth shattering. Have I been missing this? Am I treating my faith as if it were mere Christianity? And pain. Having been subjected to some intense pain in the not-so-distant past, I can see the problem of such a thing, but the way God uses this pain for His glory—and the fact that He allows, and therefore condones it—is something striking. Pain has taught me a lot of things and in turn strengthened my relationship with Christ quite a bit. But I still don’t have the full understanding.

I need to read through these books again. I forget these things all the time.

Come to think of it, I’ll just post this. Thoughts?