Am I, are you, Significant?

Well, we like to think we are. We like to think we have a personal God, a personal relationship with God. Mankind has sought that connection since the beginning. There is, as C.S. Lewis said, something in us that is missing, and we know it and we look for it. Sure we give it many forms and names but all mankind is trying to connect. Our connections with each other are driven by that missing link.
BUT...I look at the heaps and piles of brown skinned, ash covered, crumbled bodies in Haiti, bodies that are bulldozed away into mass graves and I wonder about their significance.
I have been given this chance to ponder and to seek out that connection to the unknown, unsure, and because I am significant?, I go to the place were million dollar equipment is waiting to zap me another month or two. Nice food, warm house, loving friends, comfort at church, fun nights out etc. Why am I more significant than the broken brown person? Not I am sure.
This God thing is hard to believe. I mean, if he is all powerful, etc., what does he need with our worship. Of course, that is church stuff, stuff that keeps us in societal roles and pays the bills for the cathedrals etc., but really what does God care about my worshiping him. That's a lot like having Bill Clinton give a damn if I like him or not.
Now, don't get me wrong, there is no doubt in my educated mind that there is a creator. One cannot look under a microscope, or into a telescope, or anywhere in this world and find chaos. It is planned. But what the hell for? Do you suppose we are just a group of a few million that were dropped down here in the beginning and provide entertainment for the maker. Kinda like a video game? I don't like that I idea. God loves us, so they say. I have felt that love during my time here and I have known others who have absolutely no doubt about God's plan. I have doubts, but I also have hope and trust. And what else can you do anyway. Those who think they can orchestrate their significance to the maker are sadly mistaken, I think. It is all a gift. I thank God for creating me. That part I am sure of. I wasn't and he made me for some purpose and I hope I haven't disappointed him too much. What if I never was? Well I guess I wouldn't know that, but there are others who would have a different life if that were so...Anyway I really have loved living. Even in the very depth of sorrow and pain or trouble, there has been a wonderment that I have been blessed with. Even this new journey is an experience that is unique for some and I think it is a strange blessing too. Got to finish the laundry~!