Fin.

Ecclesiastes 12:1 “Remember now your Creator in the days of your youth, Before the difficult days come…”

The earlier portion of Ecclesiastes 12 gives a beautifully accurate depiction of aging, and the frailty of the human body. We have many advances in the field of medicine these days. But the aging process, the decline, and the plagues on the human body continues.

But tonight, this verse came to mind.

12:12b “Of making many books there is no end, and much study is wearisome to the flesh.”

Of knowledge, there is no end. Similar to the thirst for success and desire for pleasure – bottomless, but never satisfying.
Finance and physicals were not concerning.
Depth and passion for knowledge, quick witted, insatiable pursuits, hard-working hands. All of these, I thought, were enough.

In the end, maybe it is kindness and understanding. And at the core of it – the source – I suppose,  is simply love.
To see imperfections, but never quick to judge, rather to understand why, to desire to help, and to lift out and up.
To correct with – and out of – love.

To see beyond actions into another source; the pain – the reason for these errors is our attempts at patching up this pain and emptiness with things other than God.
To pursue not for self-satisfaction or admiration from others, but to be better used and put to service.

To tire, but never be discouraged.
To work when it seems as though you’re alone, but never to allow bitterness into your heart.

To wait with the patience and devotion of Simeon and Anna.
Not for goals and satisfaction in this life, but the next.

And then, to love.

And I come (again, and again, and again) to this.

1 Corinthians 13:1-3 “Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, but have not love, it profits me nothing.”

These gifts, talents, zeal, accomplishment… nothing if there is no love for others at the source.
Reminders for the evening.