What does it mean to be human?
Wouldn’t it be awesome to sum this whole thing up into an acronym:
We, humans, are so intricately contrived. We are nothing compared to God’s mighty glory and righteousness, yet he still he strives to make us in his image as if we deserve to even possess His holy breathe in our lungs.
I don’t think it is “What IS human?” but what’s UNIQUE about being human?
So I’m going to be joining the army soon, but lately everyone has been asking me what college I am going to. I normally reply I have like a year to find this out, because I am going to the US army.
Being human is being a mosaic.
constructed with holy tiles
forming a glorious mess of light,
light which pours out of my every inch
winding around,
dancing upon,
soaking into
whomever I meet
Father, Son and Spirit thread through my veins
creating a display of colors
which molded and wrapped together make the daughter I am
as a child of the God whom I live and breathe in
Chains be broken
Lives be healed
Eyes be opened
Christ is revealed
Being alive became difficult the moment we began to lose touch with the full potential we were created for. Which probably happened when our umbilical cord had yet to dry up and fall off.
Most people think it means that you make mistakes, and that your not perfect. But I beg to disagree as to that making us human.
What sets us apart from the rest of creation? Is it self-awareness or conscience? Is it morals or knowledge of good and evil? Is it our Soul? Whatever it is, it is obvious that we are set apart and different from the rest of creation.
So what does being human mean?
What is it that makes us human?
Human being. A common term that is simple, tangible and comprehendible without thorough thought and inquiry. Being human, however, causes one to think; to raise an eyebrow, create an unintentional pause in the conversation, clear their perfectly content throat and ponder what that phrase truly intends to convey.
So the question has been raised, what does it mean to be human? I don’t like this question cause it makes me think. It causes me to ask is there purpose to this whole plan? Is there meaning I’m suppose to understand? And for someone who dislikes when people talk to him with a book in their hand, this question makes me question my own purpose as a man. So sometimes I don’t like this question.
