I came across this interesting music video earlier that sort of fits with that whole theme. Basically, it begs the question about what it is that consumes your existence. How you measure yourself, how you see yourself. For many people, sometimes it's even hard to look at yourself, but you must keep up appearances just because that's the thing to do. Check it out.
I think that we can all relate to that "bling thing." We've all got our little toy and indulgences. But when we offer ourselves to God, our entire existence, that's when we realize what it is to really enjoy things. Solomon, who had everything there is, put it like this:
I also tried to find meaning by building huge homes for myself and by planting beautiful vineyards. I made gardens and parks, filling them with all kinds of fruit trees. I built reservoirs to collect the water to irrigate my many flourishing groves. I bought slaves, both men and women, and others were born into my household. I also owned large herds and flocks, more than any of the kings who had lived in Jerusalem before me. I collected great sums of silver and gold, the treasure of many kings and provinces. I hired wonderful singers, both men and women, and had many beautiful concubines. I had everything a man could desire!
So I became greater than all who had lived in Jerusalem before me, and my wisdom never failed me. Anything I wanted, I would take. I denied myself no pleasure. I even found great pleasure in hard work, a reward for all my labors. But as I looked at everything I had worked so hard to accomplish, it was all so meaningless—like chasing the wind. There was nothing really worthwhile anywhere.
So I came to hate life because everything done here under the sun is so troubling. Everything is meaningless—like chasing the wind.
Some people work wisely with knowledge and skill, then must leave the fruit of their efforts to someone who hasn't worked for it. This, too, is meaningless, a great tragedy. So what do people get in this life for all their hard work and anxiety? Their days of labor are filled with pain and grief; even at night their minds cannot rest. It is all meaningless.
So what about it? What things have you found in your life that have been dragging you down? Things that you thought were the epitomy of cool, and that just having it would make you super popular, only to find that is was empty?
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