Introduction (More than Animals)
"What the heck am I?" is a thought that has crossed most of our minds. Some say that I am just the product of a blotch of goo with time, energy and chance added to the mix. Others say that we are gods or potential gods. Most churches teach something in the middle: We are in the image of God, and therefore have value.
These are not satisfactory answers.
If I am just a lucky blotch of goo, then there is no such thing as love. It is just an ingenious illusion created by the manipulation of chemicals by the same things by which we were created: time, energy and chance. It cannot be a surprise that those who's thoughts lead them this way have difficulty in finding meaning to life and relationships. As the goo changes with time, so fades love. The one who is a goo knows his own hypocrisy when he is angry. His belief does not match his actions. If circumstances are just haphazard occurrences, then anger is senseless. Though he can justify using others for his own survival, resents when he himself is used.
If I am a god, then I too have a disconnect between my belief and my experience. God's don't suffer. God's don't lie. God's are self-sufficient and do not covet or need assistance.
The Christian answer is no more satisfactory. I am made in the image of God and therefor have worth. Yet no one recognizes my worth. I feel alone. People don't respect me or my choices. And should I visit a mega church, I may be among thousands of people who say I have worth, yet they do not recognize their own members, cannot identify me as a visitor and I stand alone after the service hoping to dialog about the God they claim to know. Many small churches are no better as people flee to the parking lot to continue the day with their preconceived notions of how their day should progress.
It would appear that being in the image of God allows you to be a God as you determine what is good for you.
Since no one seems to know, it appears that we can make our own choices of life and death, good and evil. We can consciously make choices or flow with our instincts. We are told to ask God. That is a convenient dodge when you don't have an answer. Everyone is allowed to talk to God; but if you hear back from him you are deemed insane.
Those who are sane appear insane to the insane. The answer is not to ask God, but to hear God.