I hope you find this as exciting as I do:
I am not at the center of the universe.
And neither are you.
There is a part of us that spends lots of energy trying to convince ourselves– and others– the opposite of this fact. Maybe it is our broken nature. Maybe it is the fact that by definition, we are at the center of our own story.
Our stories, though, are quite sad little things when taken on their own. When read collectively, in context, understood with the most central story, they became things transformed. No longer are they lists of our petty inadequacies and temporary successes. Suddenly, our stories become so much larger.
This is built into us. How many dozen of films, books, television series have been built upon that premise: this story on the surface it is just a sad little foreshadowing of the great battle that is truly occurring. Consider The Matrix. Consider Lost. Alice in Wonderland. The Hunger Games. The Lord of the Rings. Star Wars. The list could go on and on.\
When there is something greater than us at the center, and when the center, like Garth Brooks has lots of friends in low places (like Earth) then suddenly we are elevated. We no longer need to have the answers. We cease to be the definition of good, bad, evil, and love. Whether or not we can puzzle out lifes great mysteries is no longer important, really: something much greater than me (and you) has the whole Republican/Democrat; Communist/Capitalist; Gay Marriage/Straight Marriage; Prochoice/Prolife thing worked out.
As we take our rightful places as junior partners to the center of the universe, I think we will begin to glimpse some truths about some of these issues. But more importantly… it doesn’t matter what we think about them, really. God has already worked it out.
When we stop trying to climb up on to God’s throne, things really do get simpler.