Pointless

The fact that you and I take on frivolous activities should not be a debate.  We do, at least I know I do.  I find myself tilting at windmills, trying my best to make something work that ultimately is and will not.  I catch myself pursuing myths and illusions, convincing myself along the way that my sight and judgment must be right.  I even keep working long after a project benefits have expired.  Each is pointless, yet knowing and understanding this fact often does not change my behavior.
 
I wish the pointlessness in my life was limited to a narrow spectrum of activities, choices, or decisions.  Candidly, the depth pointless perspectives permeate my life is deeper and broader than I understand.  On good days, I catch myself caught in an endless loop of repeated mistakes.  Most of the time, I only see myself in replays during the darkness of the night.  It is as if I just don’t get it.
 
When someone asks the obvious, “who would bother making gods that can't do anything, that can't ‘god’?”  (Isaiah 44.10)  I know the answer lies in the mirror in your house and mind.  Yet the fact that there is bad news in my life relating to my choices and efforts does not influence the good.  God already knows we are hanging ourselves with pointless gods.  God see how lost we are, caught in whirlpools of our own making.  God knows all this and more.  In this context, God loves us.  In this state, God accepts us.  In this mess, God offers us hope.
 
Whatever the moment past has been, the question we face is in the moment at hand.  What will we do, now?  What is our intent, in the present?  What do we really want, in our heart?
 
Life can seem pointless at times.  Yet every day is an opportunity to move forward.  Each dawn presents a fresh canvas that we can paint.  Every encounter, known and unknown, planned and accidental, intentional and casual represents a window to make a difference.  This is anything but pointless.