For new readers, I’ve long been searching for sense in this world. You may be suspicious as well of the torrents of non-sense plaguing human beings for centuries as well as in our time- wondering whether anything or anyone may save us?

This seeming ocean of non-sense is actually, completely predictable from a Shakespearean vantage point. Or say, Plato, Socrates, the sages and prophets of previous ages, I have discovered. Chaos is the natural result of disordered souls, beings absent of truth, not subject to any authority other than their own impulses and wants.

This is not new knowledge, its just new to me. What may be new is I believe a soul needs to live in this state of disorder because there is inherent shame in it. It is not hard to believe people tend to tuck away our less- than- best- selves from the world? Then we buy makeup, or work out, and try any manner of ways to improve ourselves, so that we may be more acceptable? It’s also human nature to “prove” ourselves.

But, shame is rooted more deeply than our appearance, our accomplishments, or status. Those things can change.

Shame happens for lack of knowing how good God is, I believe. “Oh that my ways were directed and established to observe your laws and decrees! Then I shall not be put to shame {by failing to inherit Your promises} when I have respect to all Your commandments.” (Psalm 119:5, 6 Amplified Classic Edition).

I have been uncertain what plagues me and vexes me for decades. Something inside my being has been ‘wrong,’ or missing, falling short. Then, I look out at the world and it seems a great void, and chaos. Our culture does not seem focused on proving or improving itself- a concept embedded in other cultures for centuries.

But, even if I prove culture is becoming vulgar, hollow, like a techno-pagan nightmare, it still doesn’t solve the problem of my own being. There’s an imperative inside me that is inescapable. It’s a continual frustration trying to be someone- but I am not sure exactly Who.

Shame follows me like a shadow, suggesting that I am supposed to be someone. I didn’t know who, exactly until this morning, I discovered I am supposed to be like God, my Father.

That nagging sense also suggests I am less than what I am capable of being. I am made to reflect the image of God. Knowing what God is like helps me know what I am supposed to be like- my Father! Finally!