I believe there is nothing more valuable than life, especially human life. This value is not intrinsic, it's not only a value I atribute to it, but a meaning given to life by a Creator. We have more significance than a leaf in the wind, or a cell that "holds together for a while and then bursts", to quote Tolstoy. If God is taken out of the equasion nothing is left but our own efforts. And these efforts become a "chase after wind".
Our significance and importance go much further than leading a "good life" and making the most of it while we're alive. I'm no mystic spiritual, but as I observe nature and the way things are, I can't help but see that everything has it's own unique nature, but life and death is universal. And not only that: it is usually associated with prolonged struggling and suffering and in most cases accompanied by emotions like fear, hate, anger, and hopelessness. Why are these feelings natural, and what is their natural opposite? It's a condition - not as in "it has to be a condition, because..." - I'm not trying to make sense of it, I'm just observing things as they are.
Yet, in spite of everything, there are qualities in life that seem out of place: hope, beauty, contentment - they are so overwhelmed by harsh reality that they seem almost anomalies. I hesitate to use the word 'miracles'. Even nature, animals are in constant pain: hunting for food, being hunted, starving. It's a condition that defies reason. Sometimes we try to make a connection, a cause and effect - we give them names like "survival" and "evolution", but they're just names describing what we see.
What about what we don't see? If love has cause, it stops being pure love, if is has a reward, it stop being pure love. Why love then? In most cases, love is hard. Love hurts. For a short while, it might be easy and fun, but later comes age, childbirth, and suddenly it takes a conscious effort to keep loving. It's like a rope being dragged through water...
This is probably where I lose you. It's a rope being dragged by God. At the end of the rope is a lifeguard, call him a prophet, Jesus, God, whatever you like - he is an example of how to love. In the end, we're just holding on to what we have been given. And for me, that was enough. I believe that Jesus lived and died and that neither he nor his followers were delusional. If he had written the Bible himself, I might have had trouble believing his words. But those first years of Christianity are clear in my mind as a great scoop into eternity - starting at creation and ending in judgement, like a man's life - with an misty history and a misty future that follows through in a single sweep. It was a hand dipping into death that came out with life. I can't imagine being loved like that, yet I feel that I am.
And the few people that I have been able love like that will testify to it. I have plugged myself into an outlet and found that it provided electricity. There's no going back for me. I don't claim to have discovered The Truth, but I can't deny the truth of what I experience. I still feel far from God sometimes, and disappoint myself with what I do, but I know He is holding on to me and that distance means I am letting go. At least I know that what I'm holding on to is real and trustworthy.