I had been frustratedly ranting to Mark — in a sort of existential crisis-esque fashion — about not knowing why people exist, about the nature of tragedy, about our role in perpetuating evil, about whether the existence of evil is necessary to God’s glory.
“I’m uncertain that God’s glory is dependent on us,” Mark said at one point, with which I agreed, and followed up with a repetition of the question, “So why do we exist?”
“I’m just guessing here,” Mark answered, “but my best guess is God likes us.”
There was more that followed, but I was struck by the simplicity of that answer, and simultaneously, by its trueness. I wouldn’t say that it comprehensively addresses all the nuances of my question; I think, though, to use Mark’s own words, that it gets at the heart of the matter.
How often do our attempts to grandly theologize and philosophize end up convoluting truths that, when stripped down to their essence, are so simple?