Who we are…soulful?

We are More than more. We believe in finding More to life than the American way of getting more and more and more. We want to savor life and live with meaning and fullness and joy.

If you missed our time together Thursday night, you missed a great time. It was fun to relax and learn some new ways to think and go about life. We hope you can make it next time!
We started with some time celebrating how big God is. This time was different than some we have shared. We followed the story of several creatures born at the same time.
A bird was born in a tree in Indiana. It hatched, as all birds do. It was fed well with bugs and worms from its mother bird. It grew and grew and eventually ventured out of the nest to fly, then to find a mate of its own and have baby birds of its own.
Another bird was born in Arizona, right on the edge of the desert, not in the city where everyone waters their plants and lawns are green. It was born in barrenness and there was hardly enough food. Its mom was not around much because the search for food was so difficult and when she did find food, there was not enough to fill all the little birds’ tummies. The bird did grow up though, learning how to fly a little later in life than its Indiana counterpart, but flying nevertheless. It also found a mate, had some baby birds and they went about their lives. The lives of the 2 birds are quite different because of their circumstances, but neither gave any thought to it. They lived their lives and found food and grew and tried to fly and on and on and on their story goes – hardly a surprise to any of us!
A Lion was born on the great Serengeti plains. It nurtured and raised by its mother in the usual way; It and its siblings in the den, mother bringing in the plentiful gazelles for them to eat, growing and developing. This lion had all the comforts, plenty of food, siblings to spar with, plenty of attention from its mother because she did not need to hunt all day to find food, it was so plentiful. The lion grew and grew and grew and eventually its roar could be heard all around the area. It found a mate and filled a den with cubs.
Another lion was born right on the edge of the Sahara. Worse yet, it was dry season and there was very little green anywhere. The gazelles, antelopes and water buffalos were scarce as many had died in the dry conditions, or had migrated elsewhere in the region. The mother searched for food, but several of the little lions’ siblings died because there just was not enough to eat. It, however, was strong, and got more than its share from the mother when she did bring back food. She was gone a lot on hunts and one the siblings was eaten by hyenas as, unsupervised, it wandered out of the den too far. The little lion got enough food to grow and eventually was able to leave its mother’s care and the den and find a mate and have some cubs of its own.
A human was born to parents that desired a child it. They had loved each other deeply and felt prepared to have a child and so they had conceived this little wonder, or so they called it. They cherished it from the moment of its birth, doting on it, feeding it, bathing it, caring for its every need. They loved the child and the child never knew what it was like to not be loved, never new what it meant to not have enough. The child grew up happy, went to school, enjoyed its days, playing with friends and family, and eventually grew up, and went on to live a great life. The child felt this sense on its life that there must be something more. There was a sense of anticipation to life that they were there on earth for some great purpose and that they needed to find that and do it. They had this idea deep inside them that just ordinary, day to day stuff was not enough; that there must be more.
Another human child was born to parents that did not want the child. It was an “accident” and caused much pain and loss to the parents. There was so much fear and concern to the birth that the father left promptly and never returned – and the child never knew its father. There was even talk of aborting the baby, but the mom never made it to the clinic and so was forced to carry the child. The baby was born, and was placed in the cradle in the hospital and rarely held. It was then taken home and it always felt itself to be somewhat of a burden to its mother. The child worked hard from the time it was little, trying to help the family survive. The mother had many men and there was abuse of all kinds enacted upon the child, who grew up in fear and desperation. The child would walk home from school in the dark and each car that came on, would imagine that that was the family they had always dreamed of. They would walk by each driveway and look at the warm lights inside each house and dream that that was their house, where people would love them. They had a sense, as long as they could remember, that there must be more to life than this. There must be more than pain and loss and fear. The heartache and despair and hopelessness was met by a sense that there must be something other than this to life…a sense of anticipation or at least longing for something more.
The amazing thing about the 6 characters in our story is that the first 4 are so different from each other. Some growing up in plenty and having all they need and some growing up in nothing, with barely enough to survive. Yet, they think nothing of it. They simply go about their lives, living on their instincts and their training from their parents and doing the best they can to survive and thrive in the their given setting. Contrary to Disney talking animals like Pooh and Simba, Poomba and even the non-talking Dalmations Pongo and Purdy in 101 Dalmations, these creatures feel no human-like disappointment at the plight of their lives nor sense of expectation in their good circumstances. They simply carry on. The humans, however, no matter how different their circumstances, sense some sense of anticipation and wonder – something bigger and more than they are experiencing – from the time they are little. Whether it be the despair of how bad they have it, or the wonder of how good life is and how there is much they should be doing with their life, they have the similar sense that “this is not all there its.”
Now, I realize that up to this point this is purely a story and as interesting or not that it may be, it is not necessarily personal, but each of you can personalize this particular story. Consider the life you have lived, have there not been moments of despair, loss, pain, frustration? Maybe even right now, you are experiencing something like this – some of us who have been attending More than more are in the middle of these times right now. In these moments, did you not feel some of the abandoned and lost child’s sense of “something more?” Did you not at least appreciate how bad and yucky your circumstances were? Or perhaps you can identify with the other child. Have you never been cruising along and in reflective moments considered that fact that there is a sense of anticipation, something larger to your life; that you were meant to be something so much more, to become? Doesn’t this amazing awareness infect itself into every human’s life, from the worst to the best?
Now, that being said, isn’t it remarkable that we all identify this? Isn’t it amazing that we all have this same kind of sense about the deepness of our lives? So, what’s up with this feeling, this depth of sensation which surpasses what we would expect out of our ordinariness? This is the mark of God on your life. You are human – and we are each one-of-a-kind masterpieces made by a God who desires us and has something in this life for us that is so far beyond what we have seen it is amazing. We all sense it – either in the contrast to the pain we have lived in or in expectation of our future. Animals do not sense this. They simply are born and live in the moments of their lives, instinctually, until they die. How can we account for the difference in any other way? Certainly we cannot account for this with evolution as an isolated means of our being here, without some creator involved. It is ludicrous to imagine that not only did we develop accidentally over billions of years from a soup of chemicals, but that we somewhere along the line made this amazing leap into wonder and awe and a sense of something more to life – the very sense that makes us capable of so much (good and bad). It just is not plausible.
Now that we’ve cleared that up, it was time in our time together to be thankful for these amazing things. It is God who has marked us. It is Him who has made us unique and amazing and full of this sense in us of something more. This part of us, this obvious, but hard to isolate part – we call the soul. It is the center of everything that you are – and a surgical exploration of you will not find it – a dissection will not point to the place it exists. You are marked and special and amazing and full of wonder and expectation. Even more, you were made that way. It is not an accident. It is something to savor and relish and cherish about your life. It is something to explore and thank God for. It is this sense that keeps the despairing person going – allows them to come out of the most heinous circumstances to something meaningful. It is this that moves the well cared for person moving forward to discover amazing things and create all kinds of newness in the world.
So, the next time you notice your uniqueness, notice the deep sense inside you that there is something huge about life and it may be sliding by you or calling to you, notice the God who stamped that on you, who made you special…stop and savor and thank Him. He loves you dearly – and this is why you are marked by Him – and this is something to celebrate!
I am going to make this one blog entry and then continue to the next part of our time together with a separate entry – since it is so long – please feel free to comment – or join us next time – 9/17 6:45-8:00PM at McAllister Center in Lafayette – 20th and Schuyler.