We seek to be different yet we crave togetherness.  How is this resolvable?  How can I seek to blend in when my DNA, my skin, my fingerprints, hair and eyes have been uniquely crafted so that I am particularly discernible from each of you?  Why create such a uniqueness if randomness, chaos and collective non-singularity are the objective?  What is the power of indoctrination, conformity and communism if not to take that which is unique and make it indistinguishable?  Why does my heart yearn and burn for something that this world desperately seeks to conceal?  Why was I made unique, because that uniqueness implies individual and singular purpose?  If that were not so I would not “be” but rather, we would exist.

The thing we reach for that is just beyond our extended fingertips, drawing each of us to tip toe, reaching out to grasp the sky.  I have a picture in my mind, one that I would love for you to see, yet I cannot paint.  I have a story that I would love for you to hear yet I am outside those that have the means to publish thought.  I am a shepherd.  The smelly part of humanity that we would rather ignore, forget or banish to our necessary fields on the untenable highlands.  We see, we protect, we love and we adore God in our quiet, windy moments spent in reflection upon the hill hoping that nothing happens outside the ordinary but preparing for those times as we know they shall come.

I do not expect that you will find my thoughts acceptable or logical or palatable.  I hope for the opposite, that you find me unique as God has made me, that my oddity inspires your need to figure it out, wondering why I am so strange.  For this is the light of Christ.  It is not like this world yet reflects Him in the world He created, for what created thing does not demonstrate the signature, aspects and insights of its Maker.  Solomon said that there is nothing new under the sun.  This I believe, except when it applies to each human being that is conceived for you are uniquely spectacular to me.  There is a song in your heart that I wish to know, a building you alone were meant to construct a problem whose solution resides in your mind alone.  Do not allow the powers of this world to package, can or lump you collectively into a beige or mauve mundane torturous nightmare.  For this life is meant for joy and realization of unique purpose, leading each of us to an intimate relationship with God.  You hold the key, it is choice and the choice is named Jesus Christ, the Door, The Way, The Light, The Lamb, The King, The Good Shepherd for all men.  He resides in Glory and in each believers heart.  Reach for Him, He is waiting.