I have been around a lot of death the past few months. Death in physical deterioration. Death in spiritual disintegration. When one is around death, one begins to ask, “What is the meaning of life?”
The meaning of life, is the very thing we are seeking meaning from, life. Life, is the point of life. Meaning is not something that we discover, but something that discovers us. As Henri Nouwen so wonderfully said, “You don’t think your way into a new kind of living. You live your way into a new kind of thinking.” Being present to life, is the present of life. The meaning of life is found in living yourself into wholeness. Finding the whole of life. The wounds from which we accumulate so much pain, becomes the very thing from which we heal. The death of our body, mind, and spirit, is the very thing from which we draw life from.
This is why no part of life can be dismissed. When we become absent to life, life becomes absent from us. It is in the very fragility of our body, mind, and spirit, that we discover the gateway to the eternal. Being present to all, means all is present to us. This is good news because God who is always present, a God who is the creator of all life, physical and spiritual. If we live life well, then death is just a blip, a blink into the continuation of what we were already living. This is the hope we carry. This is the hope of life. This, to me, has to be the meaning of life.