Monthly Archives: December 2018

Gone to Glory

As of this writing, Pastor Mike has gone to his reward.  Well deserved rest, no more pain, a body that works properly for the first time since he was 10yo… but I wanted to let you know, as some of you had offered prayers on his behalf.

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Dearest Church, It is with heavy hearts that we share with you that our Sr. Pastor Mike Reed has gone home to be with Jesus. 1 These 4:13-18 But I do not want you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning those who have fallen asleep, lest you sorrow as others who have no hope. For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so God will bring with Him those who sleep in Jesus. For this we say to you by the word of the Lord, that we who are alive and remain until the coming of the Lord will by no means precede those who are asleep. For the Lord Himself will descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of an archangel, and with the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first. Then we who are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And thus we shall always be with the Lord. Therefore comfort one another with these words. Please keep his wife Hannah and their daughters in your prayers. Please respect their privacy at this time.

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Man’s Search for Meaning

My dad got me “Man’s Search for Meaning” by Viktor Frankel for my birthday.  It’s a short read if you’ve not read it.   I was very pleased to get it – lots of talk about philosophy, and I haven’t swum through as much as one might have thought.

But every time I READ philosophy, I feel like I’ve had a large dinner of lettuce.  Lots of chewing, but I’m still not full.

What gives?  Why is it initially so interesting to me and then … nothing?

I think it’s that I already HAVE meaning in my life.

Frankel’s book is a series of snapshots of his emotional life while in the concentration camps during WWII.  He talks about how he got through the horrors, and how he saw other prisoners do the same.

He observed deeply religious prisoners and how they maintained their meaning (although often not their lives) but that wasn’t the focus point of his book – his focus point was his own inner life, how he maintained enough self-care to continue to get up and try to live for just one more day.

It’s an interesting book, if unpleasant as are all books about the camps.  I learned about the protective shell of apathy as one goes through horrors.

But still… there is this nothingness.   There’s no higher calling, no eternal lesson.   Just plodding forward, and a greater clarity of understanding one’s self, and other human beings.

I don’t know.  I’ll read it again and see if I get more out of it… but for now?  Man’s Search for Meaning didn’t find God, and thus – it didn’t find meaning after all.