The Few Days Of Their Life
I said to myself, “Come now, I will
make a test of pleasure; enjoy yourself.” But again, this also was a vanity. I
said of laughter, “It is mad,” and of pleasure, “What use is it?” I searched
with my mind how to cheer my body with wine – my mind still guiding me with
wisdom – and how to lay hold on folly, until I might see what was good for
mortals to do under heaven during the few days of their life. I made great
works; I built houses and planted vineyards for myself; I made myself gardens
and parks, and planted in them all kinds of fruit trees. I made myself pools
from which to water the forest of growing trees. I bought male and female
slaves, and had slaves who were born in my house; I also had great possessions
of herds and flocks, more than any who had been before me in
So I became great and surpassed all
who were before me in
Ecclesiastes
2:1-11
Time after time Solomon would try one
thing after another. He wanted to find meaning. He was bored. He was scared. He
was tired. He yawned, which is a deep-breath reflex that sends a rush of oxygen
to the rescue. He had come to the conclusion that nothing was worth anything.
He had tried everything and was still searching for the meaning of life. He
finally realized that nothing satisfies except to fear God and keep His
commandments.
Once we have
feasted on the goodness of God,
nothing else will
satisfy.
Our Daily
Bread –