Anonymous asked (edited)
What’s the point in living? There’s going to be judgement day, the world’s going to end anyway. … If there is an end, everything we do would be useless … Maybe one’s purpose may be to make this world a better place. Forget it, the world’s going to end. … If I want to meet my Father in heaven, I can just kill myself and make my life much easier.
I hate this world. Why can’t I kill myself to go to this place? Why would I go to hell if I killed myself? Why am I working so hard to survive in this world? … I’m sinful. I’m guilty. I’m not happy at all. I’m not grateful for being alive. … Why should I live in a world that ruled by the devil? The prince of this world is the devil. Instead of living in the devil’s world where I could get tempted and go through pain and suffering, I just want to leave this world. Wouldn’t I be more happy in the heavenly world with my Father and Jesus with me?
You know, I’ve asked myself a lot of these same questions. I think all of us have. When I meet elder people who come to Christian faith late in their lives, they always ask, “Why can’t God just take me home now? I’m too old to be a Christian.”
I don’t have an easy answer or a formula for everything you mentioned. In fact, anything I say on this might be ultimately disappointing. But I do know that 1) God originally created the world perfectly, 2) the world now is currently not as it ought to be (which we all know), and 3) the very fact that we can struggle with these things means we are alive, which means our lives have already launched into being.
When I say “our lives have already launched,” it’s like when you begin playing a song or giving a public speech. You’re now in the middle of it. You’ve started and now you must finish, and there’s a constant tension of how it will end. But since it’s been launched, you must choose to do something with it. So we can either give into pessimism, or numb ourselves with optimism, or keep some healthy balance of both.
Some days I’m overly optimistic. Other days I just want to yell “Screw you people.” But everyday, I choose to fight. I fight evil, oppression, injustice, sin. I fight for happiness, for joy, for fellowship, for the things of God. Why? Some days I don’t even know. It doesn’t always feel worth it. Sometimes I choose the right thing and I get screwed over, and I see people do the wrong thing and get rewarded.
But given the current reality of our world and the fact that my life has already launched, I would rather fight on the side of good. I would rather know for ME (at the very least, and for God at the most) that I am giving life, not taking it, and that I used my life to give it away even when the odds were against me. That’s ultimately and ironically how we find peace. By fighting for it.