Wednesday, February 3, 2010

An Ant in the Colony

I wonder what the world would be like if I never existed. I know, self-centered. But that question really stuck onto my mind and it irritated me. Whenever I thought about the question, I always imagined myself as an ant living in one of millions of colonies all around the world. Just, 10 times bigger.

So what if that one ant died? Another one will spring up and take its place. It will seem almost like that first ant never existed. Well, surely he existed right? He lived for the colony, and died. But how is he remembered? Who will remember him? In a day? A month? A year? A century?

Whenever I went to see my grandmother and grandfathers graves, it was always riddled with weeds. Grass grew over the tombstone, where it said, "beloved mother, daughter, and grandmother." I always felt a little tingle whenever I read the last part. But as I walked around the cemetery, I saw the same quote tombstone after tombstone.

How are they remembered? Some tombstones are completely covered with grass, and they weren't buried there for a century. They were buried there for maybe a decade, before mother nature hid away the very certificate that that person existed,that that person was once alive and could breathe air. How are they remembered?

I'm talking about the normal people. The people who lived just like I did. The people who probably thought the same questions I thought.

I pondered around with this thought. How will I be remembered? What if I never existed? What would happen to the world? Would it stay the same, or would it change?

I came to the conclusion that the world wouldn't change without my existence. It wouldn't care whether I died or not. Its not like the world grieved for the dead ant. So kill the ant. Another one will take its place anyways.

But wait! Why am I comparing myself to an ant? I am a follower in Jesus, not just an ant. Sure, I might not change the world in a big way, but I'll change it within people's hearts, one at a time. Whether it be one person, or a million, I will have changed something. And in the end, getting the world to remember myself isn't the main goal.

It's to rejoice up to God with my grandmother, grandfather, my aunt, and everybody that died in His name.

So what if the tombstone is riddled with weeds? So what if nobody from the Earth remembers what you did, or what changed after your existence?

That's not the main goal. The ant might die, but the follower of Jesus Christ will never perish.

-Phil