One Sunday I showed the congregation an object my brother had given me.  I asked if anybody knew what it was; only a handful did.
      The metal object had three cone-shaped cog wheels that didn’t quite mesh together.  At the other end of its eight-inch length it was threaded.  It was hollow from one end to the other.
      Can you guess what the object was?  It was a drill bit, capable of drilling a hole hundreds of feet into the earth, even through rock.  I keep the discarded drill bit as a reminder that everything, no matter how odd-looking, has a purpose.
      We give a variety of names to something when we don’t know its purpose.  We call it a whatchamacallit, widget, doohickey, or doodad.  (By the way, all these names are in the dictionary!)
      Something is only useful when we know what it’s for — when we know its intended purpose.  This applies not only to manufactured items, but also to people.  If we believe our existence is the result of a mindless evolutionary process, we’re driven to believe that our existence has no ultimate purpose.  On the other hand, if we believe we’re here because God made us and put us here, we have a purpose.
      The more we’re open to God, the closer we draw near to Him, and the greater degree to which we’re willing to yield to Him, the more our sense of purpose increases. 
      We do have a purpose.  We just have to discover what it is.  In God’s eyes we’re not a whatchamacallit, widget, doohickey, or doodad!
      “The Lord will fulfill his purpose for me.”  Psalm 138:8