Opus 2024-092: Meaning

I started thinking about bees having a purpose in life.  Don’t ask me how I got there.  And that worker bee, as long as it could gather pollen and bring it back to the hive, was happy.  To my knowledge it had no sex drive, no interest in philosophy or politics, and certainly was not into origami.  It’s whole being was wrapped up in gathering pollen.  From there I went to the wheat and oats in the field.  Well, actually I went to my oatmeal and I started asking myself what brings fulfillment to an oat plant?

For an oat seed or a wheat stalk the only joy and purpose I could come up with had to do with finding water and reaching the sunlight.  If they could get their roots down to where the moisture was and break the ground to find sunlight, they rejoiced in finding their purpose in life.  Have you ever walked by a wheatfield and stopped to listen to the wheat rejoicing in its purpose?  I don’t have any wheat or oats near me but did ask the wildflowers if they were celebrating.

I did not get an answer.

Obviously, we were not made like the wheat or the honeybee.  We were made in the image of God.  That means that we are not simply satisfied with gathering pollen.  We are not fulfilled by just reaching the water or having the sunshine on our head.  We have deeper drives, deeper needs, and I lust for meaning in our lives.  That is what it means to be created in the image of God.

You were created to subdue and rule the earth, not become compost for a tree.

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