Last month, I spoke with a friend who’s been noticing something that worries him. He recently helped host a conference for Christian students to bring revival onto school campuses, where they invited a bunch of famous pastors and worship leaders, and hundreds of fired up youth attended. The conference was an incredible time of empowerment, he said. But while spending time with all these aspiring and veteran leaders, he sensed a covert, driving tension among them—a restlessness—and it worried him. The more he paid attention, the more he could see what it was: the hunger for significance.
When he called it out, I suddenly felt exposed—he didn’t know it, but he was talking about me. I’d been feeling restless with my life for the past several months and anxiously thinking I needed to make a change, to do something more. I was being driven by a hunger for significance. And I don’t think I’m alone. There’s a growing restlessness in people all around me: a dissatisfaction with our current positions, an eagerness for new opportunities, an urgent pressure to be a part of something bigger and better. People are feeling more and more inadequate, overlooked, and insecure. Something’s wrong.
A few weeks later, a documentary about Fred Rogers from Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood provided some helpful insight for me on the heart of the issue.
In the 1970’s and 80’s, Fred Rogers became a national icon through his children’s television show, on which he always repeated his trademark sentiment, “You’re special just the way you are”—a statement he makes sound like a cute catchphrase, but is in fact a deep conviction. And in his time, Fred Rogers was often publicly criticized for his choice of words, some even saying on national television, “Mr. Rogers is ruining an entire generation.” They argued that because he was telling kids that they were special just the way they were, they would grow up to become entitled and lazy, unwilling to work or accomplish anything. Mr. Rogers once addressed these accusations in a university commencement speech: “When I tell children that they are special just the way they are, what I am saying is that there is nothing they need to do to be loved.”
To be honest, Mr. Rogers’ response didn’t seem very adequate to me. I couldn’t help but agree more so with his critics. They just made sense. But as I reflect on the issue of significance, I realize that I resonate with those critics because we operate from the same basic principle: significance is earned through accomplishment. If that’s true, then telling kids they are already significant will remove the motivation to accomplish anything. But Mr. Rogers was combating that idea: he is saying that significance doesn’t come from accomplishment, but rather from simple, relational, human-to-human love. Accomplishments have nothing to do with it. It needs to be distinguished that significance and accomplishment are separate issues: significance finds fulfillment through being loved. Accomplishments, on the other hand, ought to happen as a response to our sense of compassion (but that’s a different conversation for another blog).
To clarify, a personal sense of significance is the feeling that you are important, valuable, and worthy of love. I emphasize “feeling” because from an objective theological perspective, we unanimously agree that all people are important, valuable, and worth loving. But if you don’t feel that way—if you don’t experience the reality of it—you’ll continue to hunger for significance, whether you know you’re hungry for it or not. Beneath the surface, that hunger might just take the form of a lingering, gnawing restlessness. The problem, though, is not the fact that we desire to experience personal significance, because it’s a fundamental human need. The question is how you meet it.
Since I’d always learned that significance comes from accomplishments, then as soon as I started feeling restless and insignificant, my thoughts’ response was automatic: You’re not doing enough. Find a better job. Get a more respectable position. Go on an epic mission trip. Join a new ministry. Become a leader. Do something. Do better. Do more. What’s unsettling is that this drive has actually led me to do a lot of good, Christian work… When we derive our significance from accomplishment, we’re prone to hijack the good works of God to feed our unmet needs, always trying prove something, earn something, or make ourselves feel better about who we are.
For church-folk, the obvious immediate solution to this discovery is that instead of trying to do more to feel significant, we need to come to God with our hunger for significance and experience His love. That’s a good prescription for where we ought to begin. But as I start there, I’m surprised at what I’m finding to be God’s miraculous vehicle of healing my performance-driven sense of worth: the sacred gift of friendship. I mean REAL friends—ones who love me as I truly am, who aren’t impressed by my front but choose to see the greatness hidden in me, who enjoy me and appreciate me, who carry my pain with me as I hurt, who even laugh at my jokes that aren’t that funny. I feel like I’m discovering this gift all over again, for the very first time, and I’m relearning what it means just to have a friend. I’m learning the responsibility it takes to commit to walking together, how to love one another how they personally need, how to listen, how to speak up and be heard, how scary it is to let myself depend on them, and the vulnerability it takes in expressing my need for them. It hasn’t been easy, but it’s been beautiful. They are teaching me how to be loved, and letting me experience what it means to feel significant before I’ve accomplished anything. They have been one of God’s sweetest expressions of His love in my life; they’re the vessels of His grace to me.
And for those who might be uncomfortable with the idea of “depending” on other people, remember that God himself has his own community. It’s astounding if you consider it—God allows us to experience the loftiest realm of theology, the deep mystery of God’s communal oneness, the Trinity, through something we stumble into as unknowing children on the playground: friendship.
2 thoughts on “The Hunger for Significance”
This is beautiful and honest. Thanks for writing this!
I caught myself thinking about the first “unkind” person that I could think of (b/c I’m so holy lol ), & having to remind myself that they, too, are worthy of love.