God isn’t a part of our story. We’re a part of His. That’s the right order.

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You might be surprised by my YouTube feed. It seems like even their algorithm is sometimes confused by me. Yet here I am - beautifully contradictory.

I recently watched couple videos about Hitler’s bankers, BlackRock, Peter Thiel, and related folks (not reaching the Illuminati level this time, though). As I watched, I started thinking about the wealthy and the rulers of this world. Then I felt it stronger than ever: I need to go deeper into the wisdom, direction, explanations, and narrative of the Creator of the universe.

Why?

This will give me such an enormous advantage over even the most powerful of those who try to build on their own. And it’s not that I’m competing with Elon or Putin. No. At least not in their category. After all, their category is somewhat worthless (unless they’ve secretly surrendered to Jesus).

Although I can (and maybe even should) have a bigger impact than they do, it’ll be a completely different kind of impact. My single song from heaven might do more good for humanity than their entire legacy ever will.

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Now, coming back to the original thought, since I casually dropped it a minute ago.

I see how often I’m so consumed by my life story. What’s happened, what’s going on, what’s gonna happen soon. After all - that’s kinda all I have, right? My life is my entire world. I can never fully step out of my own story. So it’s sort of natural.

There’s a but, though.

I think I tend to narrow my perception just to this very thing. Even when I interact with others, I still do it from the standpoint of me and my context.

Now what if I zoom out for a second?

There are freaking 7 billion unique life stories going on Earth (and nearby, greetings to Elon's team) right now. Does this make my story less important? No.

But…

This little thought, though. That I will eventually pass. And also that I’m a relatively new player out here. Jumped in late nineties. Will probably jump off before another late nineties.

Now, what’s been happening and will happen beside my couple decades of existence here? Billions of other stories? True. But not entirely true to me. One day I finally got it:

The entirety of time is really one other story. The tale of one incredible Person, who’s actually a perfect union of three persons at once.

T h i s is what really should matter to us.

They started it all. They’re going through things, and toward other things. The book is about them, really. We only get little chapters about us. Or paragraphs. Or sentences. Words.

A word, hopefully…

Terrifying? Well, for me - relieving. Like, really.

That’s true, it might probably kill me emotionally if I weren’t sure that the main character of the whole story is also wildly interested in my own little piece. In fact, He co-writes it. Huh. Wow. Now it’s chills.

I am important—but also, I’m not too important.

Isn’t that the best? This sweet spot of just the right amount of being appreciated but not burdened by divine responsibility for the universe.

I like it.
And you?