Sometimes life seems completely about getting. Getting more stuff, getting somewhere, getting respect, getting religion, getting a hold of something. We strive to fill our lives with so many things. We fill our cars with gas so we can get to the appointments which fill our calendars. We fill our bellies with food to have the energy to fulfill more commitments, fill our minds, spirits with countless diversions and temptations. Our existence becomes a relentless pursuit to pour into our lives whoever and whatever meets the needs we have not be lonely, to be recognized as important, special, worthy, to prove to ourselves, and others, we are what and who we should be.
What if? What if life isn’t about filling but emptying? What if the things which fill our lives make us unable to feel? What if our longing to feast on what satisfies stifles a hunger for something deeper? What if the important things distract us from the vital? What if our insatiable desire to matter leads us away from that which gives us purpose?