Is There Even a Point to Any of This?

Today looked exactly like yesterday.

Woke up, worked, scrolled, went to bed. Tomorrow you'll do it again.

Somewhere in the middle of it, a flat, hollow thought lands: what is the actual point of any of this?

The thought isn't loud or dramatic. Just a low why-bother that sits there and won't move.

The days blur together.

The effort feels like it's going nowhere.

You can't shake the sense that you're just filling time until it runs out.

The world has an answer for that, and it's brutal.

You're a cosmic accident, a blip between two nothings, so make up whatever meaning gets you through and try not to think about it too hard.

If that were true, the hollow feeling would be the most honest thing about your whole day.

Look at what God says you are instead:

"For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them."

Ephesians 2:10 (KJV)

Start with the very first word He uses about you.

Workmanship.

You're a made thing. When you look at the original Greek word for workmanship in Ephesians 2:10, it's poiema, the word we get "poem" from.

Picture something a craftsman poured himself into, then boxed up and left in a dark warehouse under a tarp.

The piece was built on purpose, and right now it's sitting in the dark feeling like nothing.

That's what the hollow day is. You're not pointless, you're just boxed up and still waiting to be carried out.

The verse doesn't stop there, though. Good works, which God ordained beforehand, that you would walk in them.

Slow down on that. Before you ever showed up, God laid out specific good you were built to do, and set it right in your path.

The point you keep straining to find somewhere far off is right in front of you, in the ordinary good you keep walking past.

Usually it looks like the coworker who's clearly not okay, or the text you almost didn't send.

That was the point, and you keep stepping over it looking for a bigger one.

Look at where this verse sits.

Right before it, God says you were dead. Dead in your sins, going through motions that led nowhere, which is exactly how the hollow days feel.

Then God, rich in mercy, made you alive with Christ.

Jesus went to a cross, down into the grave, and walked out, and He pulled you up out of the nowhere right along with Him.

That's the maker walking into the warehouse, prying the lid off your crate, and carrying you out into the light He built you for.

God does not pay in blood for a life with no point.

You're not an accident killing time. You're His workmanship, raised from the dead, with good works already waiting on you.

I'm not telling you tomorrow suddenly feels epic, or that the routine turns into a movie.

Most of the good works God laid out are small, and you can walk right past them.

Small isn't pointless. Small just doesn't make noise.

Here's how to find the point today:

1. Stop hunting for THE point and do the next good one.

You don't have to solve the meaning of your whole life today.

Do the small good in front of you, the text, the honest hour of work, as the thing you were actually made for.

2. Ask God to show you the works He set in your path.

He said He prepared them beforehand.

Pray, "Show me the one You put in front of me today," and keep your eyes open for it.

3. Trace it back to the resurrection when it feels flat.

When the why-bother hits, remind yourself a dead man got up and pulled you up with Him.

That is not a life going nowhere.

One more thing before you go.

That hollow "what's the point" has a bigger question sitting underneath it: what is your actual purpose? Tomorrow, I'm going to show you what the Bible really says about finding it. What you find might not be what you've been told, and it might lift something off you that's been sitting on your chest for years.

PRAYER

Lord, some days I move through every motion and quietly wonder what the point of any of it even is.

Thank You that I'm not some cosmic accident, but Your workmanship, put together on purpose.

You didn't leave me dead in the nowhere either. You raised me up with Jesus and carried me into the light.

Today I'll quit straining after the big meaning and just walk into the small good You've already set in front of me.

Show me the one work You prepared for me before I ever woke up this morning.

When it all feels flat, remind me a dead man got up, and pulled me up with Him.

In the beautiful name of Jesus. Amen.