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Let me ask you something. Why are you alive?
Have you really considered how important it is for you to know the answer to that question? Most people don’t give that question enough thought, which is exactly why I believe that most of us experience mundane, boring, and passionless lives.
We go to work, we come home, we look forward to weekends and vacations, and we make the best of what we’re given. It’s not exactly fulfilling, but it works. It’s comfortable. It’s even kind of nice at times. But we know something’s missing.
We feel it – every one of us does on some level. Some of us acknowledge it, but most don’t. Most people ignore those feelings of pointlessness and teach themselves to be complacent. We tend to think that as long as we’re living up to a respectable standard according to society, then we can ignore the difficult questions that inevitably come up in our minds from time to time. But the truth is, we can’t ignore it forever.
Deep down, we long for more, and we know instinctively that we’re made for more. We know that we must made for a purpose. The good news is, we’re right.
I’m going to help you discover that purpose – your purpose – so you can live a passionate and fulfilling life. It may not be comfortable, and it certainly won’t be easy, but it’s a journey worth taking. In fact, it’s the only journey that matters.
I’ve spent most of my life avoiding the inevitable.
I knew what you know – that there’s more to life than just getting by. I knew, based on everything I could see around me, that I had to be alive for a purpose. I just had no idea what that purpose was. So I avoided it altogether.
I grew up in two small southern towns. The first 9 years of my life were spent in eastern Mississippi in the town of Columbus. All of the years after that have been spent in or around the northern Alabama town of Decatur. Growing up in the Bible Belt, I was no stranger to the idea that I was made for a higher purpose – I just never bought into it.
I heard Bible story after Bible story telling me that I was special and loved and created for a reason, but it never seemed real, and I never came around to truly believing that I was made for more than what I could see in front of me.
I remember getting an incredibly uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach when people would ask anything related to what I wanted to do “when I grew up” or what I thought would happen when I died. I hated big questions like those, but people in church and school kept occasionally bringing them up.
I hated them because they unearthed something that I couldn’t understand and therefore wanted to completely ignore as best I could:
- I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life because I wasn’t sure why I was alive in the first place.
- I didn’t know where I would go when I died because, well, I didn’t know why I was alive in the first place.
The underlying issue was that I had no idea what my purpose was. I was just living and enjoying life, and that was all I needed to know. That was good enough for me – at least until the unthinkable happened.
I was 12 years old when my family got the call that my older sister had been in a car accident and didn’t make it out alive. It feels like a nightmare thinking back on it now. I remember standing in our living room when we got the call. I remember watching my parents as their expressions sank, and a feeling of helpless rushed in as my parents relayed the news. Instantly, it was as if our home was broken, and all I remember next was chaos. I ran down the hallway as fast as I could and hit the ground crying and screaming. She was only 15 years old, and she shouldn’t have been driving at the time. Even then, I knew that 15 was too young to drive and much too young to die.
It’s odd how you remember the little details in moments like that. It was tragic. It was sudden. It was unbelievably painful. It crushed my family. But more than any of those things, it was eye-opening. It’s one thing to talk about death or to see it on TV. It’s another thing entirely to encounter its ugly reality up-close.
As I said, I had grown up in church, but from that moment on, the idea that I was alive for a purpose was one I had no interest in entertaining. Looking back, I subconsciously decided that I was alive to have fun and make memories before something else tragic happens. So I started doing what I thought would make me happy. I started drinking, smoking, partying, staying out all night, and doing things no 13-year-old boy should be doing. I landing myself in jail more than once, and I made stupidity look easy. I was drifting.
Then, when I was 17 years old, a close childhood friend of mine died of a drug overdose. His parents found him in his bedroom, and when the paramedics came to his house, they took him to the Intensive Care Unit of the hospital. He was in a coma, and I remember praying hard for one of the first times in my life. Despite my desperate prayers and those of countless others, my friend didn’t make it out of that coma. It was crushing to everyone close to him, and I sank even deeper into a sense of hopelessness.
On the surface, I was okay. But inside, I had so many questions it hurt to even think about them.
- How can any of us be alive for a purpose if life is this painful?
- How can there possibly be a God in a world like this?
- If there is a God, where is he when you need him?
We all face these questions, and they’re not easily answered, so I continued avoiding them like I had after my sister died. I carried on with my life and kept chasing good times. I ended up getting arrested again, and I struggled with binge drinking and insecurity. I felt like my life had no purpose, and I found myself living a completely hopeless and pointless life.
Again, on the surface, I was fine. I think a lot of people are like this. We act fine on the outside, and we convince ourselves that because we’re good at covering it up, then we must be okay. But on the inside, I was dead, and it was starting to become more and more apparent.
I struggled through college, jumping from job to job and school to school, until finally I got married and had a baby. When my wife Sydney and I had our son Jackson, I was 25 years old, and it was then that I knew I had to figure out why I was alive. I knew that going through the motions, looking for the next good time, and simply playing the game of life wasn’t going to cut it for much longer. I knew one day our son – and our family – would look to me for answers to the same questions that I had been avoiding for over a decade.
I had to address it. I had to figure out why I was alive so I could live fulfilled and focus on doing things that truly matter. I had to find my purpose – not just for me, but for my family and for everyone else who faced the same pain and hopelessness that I did.
I was able to do just that, and now I’d like to help you do the same.
I do that in a couple of ways:
I wrote a book called Grounded Faith for Practical People. It’s for people who struggle with faith and truly believing that God is real, that he loves them, and that he made them for a purpose. It will help you be confident that you are alive for a reason.
You can read 3 chapters for free and download the eBook version of the book for free from this page.
I’m working on a second book coming soon called Path to Purpose. It’s for people who struggle with finding the work they’re made to do, and it gives you a practical guide to discovering what you’re meant to do.
You are alive for a purpose – whether you believe it right now or not. That purpose is to be in relationship with your Creator – the God of the Bible – and to serve others in a way that only you were made to do.
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