For
everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven:
a
time to be born,
and
a time to die;
a
time to plant,
and
a time to pluck up that which is planted;
a
time to kill,
and
a time to heal;
a
time to break down,
and
a time to build up;
a
time to weep,
and
a time to laugh;
a
time to mourn,
and
a time to dance;
a
time to cast away stones,
and
a time to gather stones together;
a
time to embrace,
and
a time to refrain from embracing;
a
time to seek,
and
a time to lose;
a
time to keep,
and
a time to cast away;
a
time to tear,
and
a time to sew;
a
time to keep silence,
and
a time to speak;
a
time to love,
and
a time to hate;
a
time for war,
and
a time for peace.
What
profit has he who works in that in which he labors? I have seen the burden
which God has given to the sons of men to be afflicted with. He has made
everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in their hearts, yet
so that man can’t find out the work that God has done from the beginning even
to the end. I know that there is nothing better for them than to
rejoice, and to do good as long as they live. Also, that every man should
eat and drink, and enjoy good in all his labor, is the gift of God. I know
that whatever God does, it shall be forever. Nothing can be added to it, nor
anything taken from it; and God has done it, that men should revere him. That
which is has been long ago, and that which is to be has been long ago. God
seeks again that which is passed away.
Ecclesiastes
3:1-15
Carrying
on from yesterday’s existentialist theme, today the Preacher again affirms that
there is little we can do that will persevere.
Additionally, everything has its time, nothing is out of place. I am reminded of the fact that our Creation
narrative is not a creation out of nothing, but rather an ordering of
Chaos. God starts with darkness over the
Deep, and separates water from earth, earth from sky, and night from day. When Chaos returns in the form of the Flood,
God puts Noah on a life raft and locks the door behind him so that he can float
safely over the Chaos until it subsides.
God is with us when Chaos returns.
It, too, has its place and finally has no power over us.
Existentialism
has a reputation for gloominess, but for Ecclesiastes, it is all good. God has made everything beautiful and
eternal, regardless of what we may do or not so, so that all of it can be the
subject of reverence and rejoicing.
