Why?

Why another blog... aren't there enough self righteous know it alls out self publishing themselves until google runs out of server space? Maybe not... because aren't we all looking for significance? Don't we all want to do something with our lives that is bigger than ourselves? Literature has always been telling the same story. The story of the one who over comes. The story of one who does something different then the normal day in, day out, s.o.s.d.d. (Same old stuff different day) routine of life.

I am at home with my parents for Christmas. My Dad got "Julie and Julia" for my Mom and we watched it tonight. I really enjoyed the story of it. Full of laughs and made me want to do something different with my life, not just filling time. It was another story of someone coming from humble beginnings and rising above and taking life and living. it. (It also made me want to cook from "Mastering the Art of French Cooking" when I get back to my house, but thats another post.)

Christmas is about another story, from this same literary genre, the story of Jesus, and his humble beginning from a shed in a small town, to a world religion that has changed human history. That he rose above the norm of s.o.s.d.d. (Same old sin different day) and lived his life fully so we could too.

These stories inspire us to live a life that is more, a life that is complete, but only one of them saves us from what we deserve. Both may change our hearts and the way we live our lives. We may try to treat others with significance because someone who is an inspiration to us did, but only the gospel saves a man from what his heart truly wants. Both might change behaviors and actions but only one lives beyond our death. This might be why our heart's yearn to be like the characters in literature who rise above the norm, because we know is that is where we belong.