I remember a middle school English class in which the teacher announced she would share with us the shortest poem in the history of the English language. She turned to the blackboard and wrote:
Today I got to visit with a man who was wondering why he was born. We talked about his children, and he said the oldest is studying music. I asked if he decided to have a child because South Africa needed another musician.
He laughed and said no, but that he can remember being so excited when that first child was on the way. I asked him why, and he said, "I was excited because I was going to enjoy having a son."
I smiled. I looked him in the eye. "Why were you born?"
He smiled and leaned back into his chair as the affirmation and acceptance of the Father washed over him. Yes--he was born, because Father wanted a son. And, that is enough.