Reading Napoléon Bonparte’s biography, I came across a statement he made years before he appeared on the world stage. He had been falsely accused and placed under arrest. While convincingly arguing for his own immediate release as a Napoléon Bonaparte would, he said,
“…if my enemies wish for my life, let them take it. I have often given proofs how little I value it. Nothing but the thought that I may yet be useful to my country makes me bear the burden of existence with courage.”
I could not help but get hung up on that statement. Perhaps Jesus Christ is right when he said the way to significance is to disregard our lives. Given what Jesus said, given what Napoléon went on to accomplish in the world, for good or bad, perhaps I can say that if I love my life too much, I must be prepared to settle for mere existence rather than significance.
At the risk of sounding like I feel my life has a grand purpose, I dare say, of course my life has a grand purpose. How can it not, when I am not a product of evolution but a product of God’s mind and God’s Spirit? Between you and I, I am aiming for significance because I am designed for significance, a significance that transcends my time and transcends time. You are too.
The amplified version of Jesus’ statement says,
“Anyone who loves his life loses it, but anyone who hates his life in this world will keep it to life eternal. [Whoever has no love for, no concern for, no regard for his life here on earth, but despises it, preserves his life forever and ever.]
A fulfilling existence requires being able to say like Queen Esther in the pursuit of purpose, “If I die, I die.” I realize that I am not ready to really live until I am willing to die. I am not ready to impact with my writing until I am willing to be misunderstood or my writing thrown in the trash can. I am not ready to succeed until I am willing to woefully fail, losing all reputation. Ironically, I am not ready to be significant until I am willing to be insignificant. Safety is dangerous. I hate my life.