Who knows you?

Have you often heard that it’s not what you know, but it’s who you know? Have you considered that it’s not even who you know, but who knows you that brings the pulse to your life, that invigorates your everyday encounters on the planet?

I struggle with those who deem humankind to be nothing more than an assimilation of matter floating through the cosmos, a collection of atoms stumbling across time and space in a random fashion. There are those who have perhaps once lived with the inner conviction that life must be presided over by the nature of the Divine, calling us through our joys and pains, our angst and our liberation, to enjoy a greater sense of meaning while we walk the earth. It seems a shame that when we have been acquainted with such knowledge to settle for anything less, to reason that because life includes tragedy, all of life must have no significant purpose.

In a time of global uncertainty, when men and women are restless, when economies are writhing in convulsion, when children go hungry and corporations are greedier still, we must stay ever conscious that we are known. It may be that there are some who feel that they’ve lost not only their jobs, their nest eggs and perhaps their future, but they’ve lost the sense of connection with those they know. Disconnected from the main, they come up for air, not sure whether this will be their last, content to suck in what life they can. In this time, we must never forget, we are known.

In the days of ever increasing online social networks, one senses the near desperation for people to connect with others, to know who it is they can share their lives with, enjoy community with. Even then, while we clamber our way through sites beckoning us to know others, my heart is hope-filled that I….am….known!