"Everything is meaningless," says the teacher, "completely meaningless!" -Solomon [Ecclesiastes 1:1]
I just started reading Ecclesiastes and that sentence is the first sentence. Talk about getting right to it?! The man who the world would still say had it all - fame, power, wealth, wisdom + more kicks off the chapter with "everything is meaningless". He literally had everything and still it was all meaningless. At the end of chapter 1 he shares, "But I learned firsthand that pursuing all this is like chasing the wind." Solomon is acting as a go + tell person here. Dare, we listen?
He lived it, pursued it, chased it and nothing satisfied.
When Solomon was writing this he was FAR FAR far from God. Goodness, imagine with me what Solomon's life would have looked like and what our lives would look like if we pursued God with the intensity with which we pursue the things of this world. Ouch, right?! I am right there with you in that place. Let's not rush right out. Let it break our hearts a bit. Let's confess it. Lament over it.
Let's lean into and listen to the one who went before us and wrote down these words for our good. God used Solomon to tell future generations: Hey, look I did it. Achieved it. Earned it. Had it. Built it. Whatever it was, I had it. And it was meaningless. All because it was apart from God.
Today I just want to be that friend to you + even myself that says...Hey, look we are getting off track here. Forgetting what's most important. We are distracted. Building our kingdoms instead of HIS. The stuff we are pursuing apart from God is meaningless.
What's got your gaze right now? I'll confess mine here and feel free to comment back and confess yours too. Scary? Perhaps. Powerful? Without a doubt! Bring it to the light.
Here is mine:
Last year we moved into a fixer upper. At times this home - a gift from God - has had my gaze. So I fight for the posture to see His faithfulness in that we are even here and that we have the gifts (also from God) to do the work. I fight to remember this home is not just for me or even our family but is a home where the door is always open to just one or even many.
All of the "its" in the home are so very, dare I say, meaningless. Rather, it's the people around our table and the ones that walk through our door (also gifts from God) that breathe meaning into the home. It's where we love God and love others. It's where our Jesus pointing moments happen. It's where these words get typed out. So I praise God for the gift of this home and once again utter, "It's all yours Lord."
In closing, here's a simple prayer to pray.
Father, Today we choose to give the world our glimpses and You alone our gaze. And tomorrow we will choose again. Day in, day out. Fighting for this posture, less we forget. You have planted eternity in our hearts and we ask that the promised Spirit within us would be stronger than the flesh on us. For our good and Your Glory.
As we pray it. We believe it. We are united in our love for you and trust in you. In Jesus' Name. Amen!