14 April 2015

Finding What Is Meaningful

He means the world to me.

To live without Him is to run in a race thinking you are in first place, only to find out you have been disqualified.

To live with Him, is to know your race has been won despite the challenge of the track.

To read His words to me is to be filled with an immeasurable joy.

I must contain myself and hold my tongue!

Some things are kept secret and sometimes never revealed for a reason, despite my desire to share.

His Word means the world to me.

To live without His direction is to die.

The words of the Teacher, son of David, king in Jerusalem:

“Meaningless! Meaningless!” says the Teacher. “Utterly meaningless! Everything is meaningless.”

What do people gain from all their labors at which they toil under the sun?

Generations come and generations go, but the earth remains forever.

The sun rises and the sun sets, and hurries back to where it rises.

The wind blows to the south and turns to the north; round and round it goes, ever returning on its course.

All streams flow into the sea, yet the sea is never full. To the place the streams come from, there they return again.

All things are wearisome, more than one can say. The eye never has enough of seeing, nor the ear its fill of hearing.

What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun.

Is there anything of which one can say, “Look! This is something new”? It was here already, long ago; it was here before our time.

No one remembers the former generations, and even those yet to come will not be remembered by those who follow them.

- Ecclesiastes 1: 1-11

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