The older I get, the more clearly I see the need for a relationship with God in this otherwise meaningless existence. Think about all of the passion we put into so many things in this world. Intellectually, we are forced to acknowledge how temporary the things of this life are — apart from those of God. I have been giving more thought to this of late as I revisit the book of Ecclesiastes.
Everything is Futile
The words of the Preacher, the son of David, king in Jerusalem. Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher, vanity of vanities; all is vanity. What profit hath a man of all his labour which he taketh under the sun? -Ecclesiastes 1:1-3
I used to have a difficult time with Ecclesiastes and would avoid it, with the exception of the famous “for everything there is a season” writing in chapter 3. I have since come to a sincere appreciation for this book and clearly see why it is part of God’s perfect Word to us. How about you?