Listening to my girls talk, though, was like being transported back in time to so many phases of my life. For all of them, purpose had an awful lot to do with performance -- doing well, not messing up. The greatest joy of this purpose is that God affirms us. We feel important and loved. The greatest sorrow of this purpose is that we fail, and then we are left purposeless. It's a cycle, and it's hard to break. Habits die hard, and the trap of counting works as more than rags is something I will always battle.
For the first time, though, I was able to articulate something that God has been slowly, ever so slowly, teaching me over the years. I will doubtless stumble over my words here, but take comfort in the fact that I was somehow able to spew it out in those minutes of conversation in our church (praise the Holy Spirit!). It's the idea that we are called to be forgiven. In other words, part of our purpose is to be forgiven. It's a state of being, an action that occurred once and covers us eternally. It's a calling and a gift. The ultimate purpose is that God would be made much of; in that, we are called and purposed to find joy in him and make much of him. And joy comes from forgiveness and salvation and reconciliation. And how is it that we so often mistake forgiveness as something we gain and lose based on our actions any given day? Why are we confused?
I think it is, in part, when we're mistaken the person of the ultimate purpose. We so often err in naming ourselves as the ultimate purpose by making Christ's saving act about us and not him. God loves me, and I think that must make me the center of the universe. No -- our lives and our callings are purposed to make much of God first and foremost. We are blessed in that our joy is derived from the very act of making much of God. I'm doing a terrible job of articulating this, but trust me when I say that grasping this changes your life. The confusing mire of actions and sinning and forgiveness and purpose all fall into place when we remove ourselves from the center of the picture of life. I'm still learning and still growing, and the growing isn't growing without the growing pains. As Bruce always used to say, it's about learning that "it's not about me." And that, my friends, is very difficult for this selfish human being to learn.
