Most of us want to think that we’re special.  We want people to miss us when we’re gone.  We want them to recognize that their life just isn’t any good without us in it.  So we tell ourselves that other people may be expendable, but thank God we’re not!

We cling to this idea that we’re special.  That we’re unique.  Despite the evidence.  We hold onto our jobs, our relationships, even our possessions as if they somehow make us unique, somehow special.  We fill our lives with things that turn out to be utterly meaningless.

So doubt creeps in.  Maybe we aren’t as special as we think we are.  Maybe we aren’t quite as wonderful as we think.  Life has a way of proving that to you time and again.  Is it any wonder that people lose hope? 

Yet when God cries out “I’ll give my life so that you may know me.”  We turn our backs and walk away.  It’s ironic that the one person that truly views us as unique and special we reject.  In our desperate search for meaning and value we reject the one place we can receive it.