"My reason for existing"

To many of us come the disturbing, gnawing suggestions: "Am I a necessary part of the universe? Would I be missed should I disappear suddenly? Does God have a purpose, a plan, for me?" When these questions present themselves, are we not like the prodigal son who, after having partaken of the husks of materiality, was ready to return to his father's house? When we begin questioning ourselves as to our reason for living, we begin to discern the need for something that is not yet apparent to our clouded sense—a purpose in life, a goal that fills us with expectancy and joyousness.

Jesus said, "To this end was I born, and for this cause came I into the world, that I should bear witness unto the truth." Jesus was so occupied in expressing divine Love through his compassionate ministrations to the sick and sinning that he had no time for idle speculation, self-pity, or doubt regarding his mission.

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