At the last yardsale I heard a customer say something negative or discouraging to which the saleswoman asked “You know what’s coming, don’t ya?” “Yes, I do,” said the other. “I read the Bible.” The woman said “Yup, the Lord is coming soon.” I hustled away from them. But I wish I had stayed and asked them about their beliefs. Why do they believe such stuff? Don’t they know that every time there is a political or economic or social crisis, someone cries out wrongly “The end is near?”
Recently I saw a fairly good show on the Maya calendar and the theory that the world ending in December, 2012 – because that’s when their calendar ends. It must be that the world will end because the Mayans said so. For some reason we tend to look for answers to our big questions by looking beyond and outside of our experience and the world that we know.

As the show ended I suddenly realized what was wrong with his thinking and what is wrong with Christianity. You see, the Mayans had this complex system, a construct about the world and how we should live in it. And Christian churches built a system, a huge construct over many years. Both systems are “pre-modern.”
Both Mayan apocalypse proponents and Christians are trying to apply myths and metaphors of the distant past to the present. But what made sense to those early Christians and what worked for them doesn’t work so well today to our more scientific and rational world view. What made sense to those early Mayans and what worked for them is over. There are no Mayans today to live by the complex calendar that they created. That calendar is simply an artifact of anthropology and history. It means nothing. It means no more than resurrection does to many of us.


Without a pause Holloway exclaimed excitedly: “Life before death, for everyone!” This is what Christianity should be about, but isn’t. Christians could construct a new version of their religion on the enjoyment of life, the end of sacrifice and violence, and helping each other.
Holloway made a statement in a lecture that year that astounded me for its simplicity. When speaking about the Christian beliefs, he concluded “We made it all up.” Well. If we made it all up, we can make it all up again. And that is what we do as a practical matter. We make up our own answers to the questions of the meaning or purpose of life. That is my point. There is no meaning of life that is pre packaged that one can find by looking for it. So the epigram I saw on a church’s sign board in the ‘60's was true: “Life is not a puzzle to be solved, but a mystery to be lived.”

After trying to live by all sorts of goals and rules, the preacher or teacher says:
Let me tell you what I’ve come to realise:
It’s good and proper simply to eat and drink,
and take satisfaction in all the work
we do on the face of the earth.
After all, this is our human lot
during the limited days of life that Nature gives us.
No one can give us a meaning to life. Christian churches proclaim that a providential, transcendent, supernatural God gives meaning and purpose to our lives. That might be, but we don’t know and can’t know. All claims of revelation are suspect.
Humans eating around a table is the meaning of life. Good work is the meaning of life. As a good Presbyterian I learned that “the chief end of man is to glorify god and enjoy him forever.” Now I would say, “the chief purpose of human life is to enjoy life and make life as pleasant as possible for others.” [I’m not very good at that.]
So here we are and in the UUA you covenant to “a free and responsible search for truth and meaning.” Brothers and sisters – there is no meaning to life except what we make of it. Beware all who tell you what the meaning of life is. But you already know and live it.
I make meaning by playing my saxophone, writing poetry and other stuff, enjoying my family, working in my woods, rebuilding things. I find the meaning of life in the great American songbook from 1910-1960. I find meaning in the snow peas and tomatoes that grow in my garden. Where do you find meaning? How do you make meaning of your life? [discussion followed]
Remember Monty Python about The Meaning of Life: "Well, it's nothing very special. Uh, try to be nice to people, avoid eating fat, read a good book every now and then, get some walking in, and try to live together in peace and harmony with people of all creeds and nations."
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And Gary said, "Amen."
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