Dream of:
13 March 2005 "The Purpose Of Life"I had stopped by my father's office -- a dreary somber dark room -- and I sat down at a desk to work on some documents. My father was on the other side of the room. Since I hadn't seen him in quite a while, I was curious about how he looked, and I scrutinized him carefully. He had definitely aged. He looked tired and worn-out. He was as obese as ever, and completely devoid of joy.
Abruptly he told me he needed my help. He had a brown satchel full of coins and he needed me to help carry them somewhere. I picked up my documents in my left hand and the heavy satchel in my right hand and we walked out the door.
As we began walking outside, I tried to think of something to say to him. We hadn't talked in a long time, and I could tell that he would like to talk, but he didn't know what to say. Finally I asked him if he were making money lately. He said he was, that in fact he had made $76,000 this past month on one deal alone. I asked him if his goal in life was to simply continue working and to make as much money as he could. He indicated he thought that was the purpose of life: to make money.
I wasn't surprised -- he had answered exactly as I would have predicted. Even though I knew it was pointless, I pointed out to him that being rich was not the goal of life, that many evil and unhappy people became rich. He indicated that what I was saying was absurd. I told him that in five minutes time I could find a dozen passages in the Bible which supported my contention. Again, he simply ignored me: for him, the only goal in life was being rich.
As we had been talking, we had reached a muddy creek. I looked out over the roiling water and when I looked back at my father, he was not with me. I realized he must have taken a different path and we had become separated. Nevertheless, I thought I needed to cross this creek and even though the water was obviously high, I thought it was shallow enough so that if I ran through the water, I could make it to the other side.
I took off running into the water as fast as I could, and even though I sank to my chest in places, I held my documents and coins out of the water and I reached the other side. Unfortunately, when I reached the bank on the other side, the bank was so high, I could only put my arms up on the bank (and my bundles), but I couldn't pull myself up. So I was hanging onto the bank with my lower body in the creek.
I didn't know what to do. I could let go and float downstream -- but I didn't want to do that. I decided to just hold on as long as I could and hope someone would come to help me out of the creek.
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