Written by one of the wisest men. Verses that dance along the path of life. Following a man seeking the meaning of life.
He says, ‘For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:
a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance.’
He cries, ‘All is vanity’ and this rhythm of life seems to demonstrate the hopelessness and despair of living.
a time to live
‘What gain has the worker from his toil?’ he asks. For what happens to the children of man and what happens to the beasts is the same; as one dies, so dies the other. They all have the same breath, and man has no advantage over the beasts, for all is vanity. All go to one place. All are from the dust, and to dust all return. As he came from his mother’s womb he shall go again, naked as he came, and shall take nothing for his toil that he may carry away in his hand.
So we spend our time working, studying, hoping, planning, achieving, playing, reading, but all is vanity – no man knows tomorrow. Why then is life?
a time to die
‘It is better to go to the house of mourning, he continues, than to go to the house of feasting, for this is the end of all mankind, and the living will lay it to heart. Sorrow is better than laughter, for by sadness of face, the heart is made glad. HUH?!!!
A special way we humans have, at a time of mourning to reflect on the things that mattered most, the precious moments of friendship and love, of family, friends, shared jokes, conversations and hugs.
Time holds our hearts for a moment and we resolve to care more for each other, to forgive, to be kinder, to visit, to call.
a time for every season
Yet, once the vanity of life calls, we are back to striving, working, planning and achieving. Do we not remember that this is a vanity? I am caught up in this rhythm of life, no matter how much I reflect and grieve, my tomorrows are back to the schedule and the routine. I much prefer to feast than to mourn. I soon forget that my life is just for a short moment.
So I turn to faith for answers, to Christ, in whom my life is hid. I lift my eyes to the one I have believed for answers. Do you do the same? What answers do you get?
I lost a dear friend, suddenly on Friday 24th August. A young beautiful woman with hopes, dreams and plans . . . I am not sure what to do, then I realise everyone has walked or will walk this path some day. Humanity is in this together. We all are. So I reflected and wrote.
Dear Jesus, thank you for the world you created and for the human race. Yet we know this life is passing and we are mortal and fragile. Hold us in your strength, let us learn to find the important things in life. Give us the right gaze and focus as we toil. Thank you for the hope of eternal life. Help us believe, help us hold fast. Be God, for we are but human. Amen
Please pray with me for my friend
Dear Lord, please give strength and comfort to the family left behind, for her husband, her mum and siblings and her dear friends who are grieving. Give wisdom and peace, and in due time restore joy and hope. Amen.
Thanks for reading this and if I haven’t said this lately . . . (mostly to my FB friends 🙂 ) when I remember, I think about you with fondness, happy memories and love. Shall we see each other again on earth? God only knows. But as we are given each day, let us be kind, serve, love, care and be at peace. Selah.