May 28 2009
I am Only One
Do you ever get the sense that you are lost in a vast crowd of humanity, insignificant and alone? At times feelings of loneliness and insigificance can make us feel worthless and depressed as if it doesn’t matter what we do.
And in one sense it’s true that each of us is only one among billions of people who inhabit the earth, which makes it tough to stand out in the crowd. Who really cares whether we live or die, or what happens to us?
Well, God does. That’s the irony of it all. Just consider this. The best way to feel special and distinct from everyone else on the planet is to spend time in God’s Word. Isn’t that amazing?
God Himself goes into great detail to tell us we were created as individuals, distinct from every other person who’s ever been born. Our fingerprints are ours alone. Our DNA is ours alone. If that’s true why is it so hard to feel valuable?
The devil generally works using a “crowd mentality.” He whispers to us that we don’t matter, that we are worthless, and that we have nothing to offer. Haven’t you heard him say that? I have. And when we believe such things we lose sight of the goal that makes living worthwhile.
In accord with that crowd mentality the devil also authored the theory of evolution, (he only used Darwin as a tool), to make us feel that what we do doesn’t matter, because we’re merely animals, who live and die and return to dust.
But God’s Word begs to differ–dramatically. Genesis says God created the world, the animal kingdom, and then man, whom He called “a living soul”–a distinct and new human creation. God created each of us exactly according to a specific design blueprint. Read Psalm 139 and see if that doesn’t argue the concept beautifully. God says we are fearfully and wonderfully made, that before the foundation of the world He knew us, and that no matter where we run to escape His presence, His eye is upon us. It says He loved us before the beginning of time, and has a place in His heart just for us. It says He knows the numbers of hairs on our head and bottles our tears–we’re that important to Him.
What an incredible concept. From that point on I see myself as not merely a fading face in a crowd but one who is precious, one who belongs, and who can make a difference, because His love changes everything. It does no less than transform me. It alters the landscape of my mind, changing my self concept and giving me hope and joy, knowing I have my own little niche in the very heart of God.
And the fact that He cares what I think, He cares that I hurt, that I have needs, only confirms that love. Do you know that God is actually waiting to hear from us–that His ear is tuned to lean down to listen when we speak? Such a thought overwhelms my mind–the great and mighty Creator, God of the universe, cares about you and me as individuals. It’s an awe-inspiring concept, isn’t it?
We are always on His mind. I find this notion astounding. Truly I do. And yet it motivates me to want to know Him, to want to please and glorify Him, and to shout from the rooftops the truth–that Jesus loves and treasures each of us, and that everyone can feel special knowing they too were created on purpose with a purpose, to love and glorify the Lord Jesus Christ!
We as believers have absolutely no reason to ever feel insignificant or worthless if we stand solid on the truth of God’s Word. We are here for a reason, and that reason is to reflect the love of God to those who are dying and going to hell for an eternity that will never end.
So let’s meditate on God’s Word, be transformed by the renewing of our minds and hearts, and tell others that Jesus loves them. You and I may seem insificant in the grand scheme of things, but God begs to differ. In fact, if we don’t get about our Father’s business, we leave a gaping hole in the divine plan of God.
Ask God to make you a living sacrifice, letting your light so shine among men, for in that gigantic crowd, you may be the only light visible in the deepest darkness, one that can be seen for miles around. Let’s live as if it’s so.
Because of His great love,
Nancy
