I Make Sense.

This could be one of the most self-centered titles ever for any blog post, but who cares? 

As we all know, a lot of people just don’t make sense. I bet as you read this, you already have names of those so-called “annoying” people in your head. For all it’s worth, it could even be my name popping up among the others. But it’s true, right? Some people (I sure hope it’s not me), just don’t make sense AT ALL. 

There are various reasons why they don’t, let’s look at some of them: 

1. Immature
2. Stubborn
3. Having a bad day 
4. Grieving
5. Exams week
6. Really angry
7. Really hungry
8. In love
9. Just broke up 
10. Etc. 

I think we all have gone through at least one of them. I can even bet most of us have gone through all of them. And in these moments we do and say things that just don’t make sense. Or perhaps it’s not so much about what comes out from us, but the way we see things. Our perspective suddenly becomes a blur, clouding our judgments and pressuring us to make a collection of unwise decisions. Eventually, we lead ourselves to a pit of shame and guilt and just dark stuff. 

And I love how it annoys people when we don’t make sense, because it’s such a wonderful reminder of how we should function. I believe we should know how to make sense of things. Although we may not know everything, but to some extend we should be able to behave and perceive in a way that is logical and beneficial to ourselves and others. 

How do we do this? I find that for me to ensure that I make sense, that life spins according to how it should spin, is through worship. In my dry-est seasons, the times when I’m so disengaged with God’s plan and purposes that I don’t even know what to have faith in, I find worship to be a place that ties the knot together. And I think it is not rocket science to figure this out, because we humans were made to worship God, weren’t we? We weren’t made to live for ourselves. So the minute we do forget what we’re made of and what we’re made for, the universe will seem to spin in all its chaotic orders. Because in our heads, it’s not in order. But when we worship, we inevitably enter a state of putting God as God, and ourselves as humans fulfilling our purpose: glorifying God. 

I make sense when I consciously worship. It doesn’t mean I sing all the time, but I learn to intentionally make everything about worship. From as simple as saying “hello” to someone, to helping a student pick up a pencil on the floor. It could be anything. But I found that when my heart and mind is focused on worshipping God, what I’m doing and what I’m supposed to do becomes clear. I come alive, I get excited and I don’t annoy people that much anymore. Because for once I finally make sense.