Article March 2, 1992 Issue

Who am I?

We can't really understand who we are until we begin to understand God and our relationship to Him.

Guy Halferty

No two of us are exactly alike. No matter how many billions of us inhabit the earth, this stunning fact never changes. But the plaintive cry "Who am I?" still haunts a great many men, women, and children. Too many people feel a pervading sense that human life is a random and anonymous thing at best, heading helter-skelter toward an unknown destiny.

Are there real answers to the great questions: Who am I? Why am I here? What is my life purpose? How can I best use this precious life that's been given me? Of course there are. But perhaps it's not surprising that the answers are found only in the highest realms of thought, not in the lowest; in the spiritual sense of things, not in the material.

There was a time when, like a lot of people, I questioned the reason for my existence. I wondered why I existed, who knew or cared about me, what earthly good I was to anyone. And where, if anywhere, was I headed? Not finding satisfying answers, I found myself asking, Why should I bother to go on living?

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