A blog is kind of interesting, because your goal is to write something pretty much every day but your reality is not quite so simple. It has been six days since I wrote anything, which amazes me. How did six days go by?
This is the reality of our lives. Time passes.
It passes at precisely the same rate all the time. Every day, every day, every day, is just a day. It goes past us and is gone forever. Suddenly, six days have passed and we do not feel their passing at all. They are just gone.
Yet, when you speak with people, they so often cling to those by-gone days. Every day passes and all the cares of that day pass with it, yet we continue to focus on those days. We spend hours sitting around talking about days that have passed us by, even days from very long ago. Now that we have pictures, we even spend our days looking at pictures of past days. We try to feel what we felt then. We want to be what we were then. But time passes.
Ecclesiastes had this figured out long ago. The "all is vanity" charge is, to a large degree, a recognition of the inevitable passage of time. Remember that vanity is a breeze (that is what the Hebrew word comes from). It is something that comes and goes and passes away. Everything in our past is, to a large degree, a vanity, a breeze, something that has passed away already. Why do we care so much about it?
In relationships, in business, in life, we often spend more time thinking of what has happened than we do in thinking of what we are doing now. Today is the only day that matters to us. We cannot do anything about yesterday. We are told that over and over again, but we still want to focus on yesterday. We want to reach out and grab yesterday and hold it.
My youngest child is now 17 years old. I find that it is harder and harder to remember all the things he was when he was 8 or 12, but so what? He is not 8 or 12. He is 17. I cannot do anything about him when he was 8 or 12. I can only care for and love the boy who is 17.
Yet, I know so many parents who spend their time regretting what happened in the lives of their children. They regret what they did wrong (or think they did wrong) when they were younger. They regret who they married or they regret where they moved or what job they took. This is all vanity.
Today is my day. I must love my neighbor today. I must love my children today. I must love my wife today. I must love God today. Today is always the day that matters.
Time passes. It passes so quickly. Sometimes, our only desire is just to grab time, to stop it, to cling to something that has passed away. But we cannot do this at all. All we can do is hang on.
Time passes. Today is the only day I have. Let me make it a good one.
This is the reality of our lives. Time passes.
It passes at precisely the same rate all the time. Every day, every day, every day, is just a day. It goes past us and is gone forever. Suddenly, six days have passed and we do not feel their passing at all. They are just gone.
Yet, when you speak with people, they so often cling to those by-gone days. Every day passes and all the cares of that day pass with it, yet we continue to focus on those days. We spend hours sitting around talking about days that have passed us by, even days from very long ago. Now that we have pictures, we even spend our days looking at pictures of past days. We try to feel what we felt then. We want to be what we were then. But time passes.
Ecclesiastes had this figured out long ago. The "all is vanity" charge is, to a large degree, a recognition of the inevitable passage of time. Remember that vanity is a breeze (that is what the Hebrew word comes from). It is something that comes and goes and passes away. Everything in our past is, to a large degree, a vanity, a breeze, something that has passed away already. Why do we care so much about it?
In relationships, in business, in life, we often spend more time thinking of what has happened than we do in thinking of what we are doing now. Today is the only day that matters to us. We cannot do anything about yesterday. We are told that over and over again, but we still want to focus on yesterday. We want to reach out and grab yesterday and hold it.
My youngest child is now 17 years old. I find that it is harder and harder to remember all the things he was when he was 8 or 12, but so what? He is not 8 or 12. He is 17. I cannot do anything about him when he was 8 or 12. I can only care for and love the boy who is 17.
Yet, I know so many parents who spend their time regretting what happened in the lives of their children. They regret what they did wrong (or think they did wrong) when they were younger. They regret who they married or they regret where they moved or what job they took. This is all vanity.
Today is my day. I must love my neighbor today. I must love my children today. I must love my wife today. I must love God today. Today is always the day that matters.
Time passes. It passes so quickly. Sometimes, our only desire is just to grab time, to stop it, to cling to something that has passed away. But we cannot do this at all. All we can do is hang on.
Time passes. Today is the only day I have. Let me make it a good one.
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