Previously I’d assumed our purpose was mechanical in the machinery of evolution. Every living thing plays a role in the circle of life. That alone seemed like a decent enough purpose for mankind. But what if?
While it is difficult to talk about a mindful god without evoking a biblical God, most who honestly question their spiritual side at some point consider the possibility. So lets just imagine there is a force within nature that has something like a mind. Not a brain (thoughts/memories/emotions) but a Spirit that is self aware, as we are self aware.
If we imagine the possibility of that Creator, then purpose may be a rather interesting consideration. The entire universe could be here simply for humans to exist. To some that seems a silly suggestion, but in reality what difference would it make to god?
I remember decorating my son’s nursery, knowing full well he’d never understand how much care went into every little cloud that was painted by hand. It ran from the border high up on the wall, to the ceiling where the shade of blue grew deeper toward the light centered on the ceiling. There was a cross-stitch hanging over his crib made by his grandmother. It was a Winnie the Pooh theme with the letters A through Z stitched in baby blue. There were thousands, maybe tens of thousands of needle strokes put into that gift.
Did he grow in his awareness and interest in his surroundings? Absolutely. I’m sure he enjoyed it far more than he would have liked a featureless room painted dark grey. But the honest truth of it is that his room was filled with love for our enjoyment as much as his. Now if my son’s room is privy to this amount of extravagance, why shouldn’t our home be far beyond our rather limited human understanding?
If we are a unique hybrid of animal evolution and spiritual birth, the purpose of everything we see is to please god…as it pleases us! And the purpose of ‘us’ is god’s secret. I say secret because any talk of god’s motivations seems off the mark. We’re here for god’s happiness? His glory? I’m not sure I agree with ascribing my understanding of happiness to god. And I don’t know that I really understand glory in its essence. I’ve always imagined god as the embodiment of joy instead. Anyone who has ever seen their child smile knows what I mean by joy.
What if my purpose, the entire reason I exist, is god’s joy? It is impossible to prove of course, but this is a reasonable question in my opinion. It should at least be asked–and asked seriously–to see the soul’s response. As crazy as the idea of a god, or his joy, are to my tiny brain…the place where my brain waves stop and the ocean of my soul starts? No objection there. So I won’t rule it out for now.