I started to wonder why people celebrate their birthdays. I guess, we should be thankful that God created us, and that my existence now isn't a hypothetical plan at the back of the Creator's head, while my being floats somewhere in space, not going to be conceived just yet, and if there be no need, that I never come into existence. But birthdays? The day, we are born, grown for 9 months out of a conception in sin, into a world that isn't the epitome of goodness and love. Really, what can be so good to celebrate if we are born just to be sent to back to the earth and eternal damnation at the end of our vapour-esque existence? UNLESS. There is something. Something, or Someone who came down, to die for everything wrong we did, do or will ever do, Something that will make this life worth living, and prepare us for the one eternal. Otherwise, what's our purpose, where are we headed, is there any point in life? Why do we celebrate the day we are born, as though it were a holiday, when it is the day that we begin our journey in sin? I'm not saying we should wish not to be born. Life isn't to be trifled with. What I'm saying is, what really is cause for celebrating is if there was a day that we enter not into trouble and sin, but into grace and life eternal. THAT would be worth celebrating. So we can celebrate our birthdays. But we ought not to forget to thanks God for our second-birth, our born-againdays.