Have you ever asked yourself the question; “What is the meaning of life?” Usually this type of question comes at the end of a long hard day filled with ups and downs; victories and failures.
“So what is it all about anyway?” King Solomon, who was one of the richest people in his day; maybe of all time; pondered this question in one of the books of the Bible called “Ecclesiastes”. Solomon had it all and tried it all and yet he still felt empty.
King Solomon realized some hindsight from his experiences and was trying to pass on to his sons wisdom learned from “The School of Hard Knocks”. He wrote; "Vanity of vanities," says the Preacher; "Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.” (Ecclesiastes 1:2).
King Solomon went on to write: “Then I looked on all the works that my hands had done and on the labor in which I had toiled; and indeed all was vanity and grasping for the wind. There was no profit under the sun.” (Ecclesiastes 2:11). Pretty sad reflection from a guy who could afford anything he wanted in order to get happiness.
After many years of trying, King Solomon concluded; “Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter: Fear God and keep His commandment, for this is man's all. For God will bring every work into judgment, including every secret thing, whether good or evil. (Ecclesiastes 12:13-14).
The Westminster Shorter Catechism says that the chief end of man is to “glorify God and to enjoy Him forever”. Perhaps it is best sometimes to stop striving for things that won’t last; take time to seek God, and let everything else go.
Let Everything Else Go by Phil Keaggy
Chasing down hot air balloons on Sunday morning,
In pace with a familiar tune
I reach for nothing less, but something more.
All the day, and the wind is at my back most of the way.
Holding conversation with a friend I know is near,
Great anticipation fills my soul,
It fills my heart, it fills the air.
All the day, and the wind is at my back
Oh I can't wait to see you Jesus, face to face,
Nothing in this world can take Your place.
All the pride of man laid low,
And all his works of gold,
Nothing can compare with what You are,
Let everything else go.