A fascinating book that I have down loaded on my Kindle is Immortal Words: History’s Most Memorable Quotations and the Stories
Behind Them. I read that the Buddha supposedly recommended, “Doubt everything, find your own light,” as some of his last
words. Well, It sounds like good advice to me but then I recognize that my heart
invariably presses on to doubt itself! After all, what kind of assurance
can I have that this light is real light or true? The hunger for meaning,
the quest for understanding, the search for answers and solutions are central
features of my condition. For instance, I ask myself, what is the nature of reality? What is
existence all about? What is the purpose of life, if any, and what should
I try to give answers to? I'm a little more than chagrined and embarrassed to say there has been a much-neglected resource for reflection on these questions and in seventy two years it has been seldom consulted. The book of Ecclesiastes. From a preacher or Qoheleth in the
language of Hebrew . A book that speaks profoundly to this time of my life by asking questions, by setting out contradictions, and by forcing me to
feel what absurdity as an outlook is really like.
Opening the book, I am confronted with its most famous words, "Vanity, vanity, all is vanity and a striving after wind." Or in another
translation of Ecclesiastes 1:2: "'Meaningless! Meaningless!' says the
Teacher, 'Utterly Meaningless! Everything is meaningless.'" Now that’s not a
very inspiring start for Bill Prather, either! He has devoted himself to
explore life, to examine what is good for humanity to do under the sun, and his
observations have yielded some depressing results: Everything in life
seems to be bound by inevitability. Human freedom appears to be
constrained by overwhelming necessities, leading to a sense of
helplessness. And the endless cycle of repetition leads to a sense of
boredom, pointlessness, and despair.
In seeking what many sages, philosophers, and gurus have, I observe most of them have come
to similar conclusions. On the other hand, what is unique to Ecclesiastes
seems to me to be is how the author tackles the issues and what he leads one to
see. By laying out the vanities of life, the propensities of youth, the
all-encompassing reach of death, and the vast urgency of wisdom as a potential
life-philosophy, he engages a chaotic world with some serious reflections.
I’m a witness to the writer’s desire of taking the reader on a journey through
life, and he deals with the questions and exasperation that, I think, humans will inevitably encounter. He says his own desire was to try and figure
things out so he could live well and be happy, and encourage others to do the
same. He likely hoped to discover the key or missing ingredient, the
clues to true and lasting success and happiness.
Instead, the world he begins to see is one that displays both good and bad at
the same time. He sees the superiority of wisdom, yet even the wise are
reduced by death. He sees injustice being done and oppressors prevailing,
yet he also notes there is a higher justice. He cites the sayings and
actions of wise people but then goes on to point out how quickly they are
forgotten! It is the tone that wears on me. Like him, I see
ambiguity and fuzziness, a mixture of pain and problems, food, friends, wisdom,
and God! These things all dwell in the same world at the same time, and
this is a difficult reality for me to digest.
Especially because I’m a “fix it” kind guy. Like Qoheleth, I want
better answers, tidier analysis, more comforting visions—and I have them, but not here.
Now, I don't rely on the Qoheleth to give me a full theology or picture of God,
because I don’t think that is not his purpose. He shows the futility of
life without God. Reading and rumination on his writing I think he is bringing to my attention what life is like from
an honest look at how things truly are. My observation is that he is giving a severe picture
of reality and asks the reader to believe that God is sovereign somewhere in
the midst of it. Even prior to the coming of the Messiah, Qoheleth paints
one’s stark need for a God who intervenes. Today every person can read
his words in light of the work of Christ and the cross.
Father, God, as I write this morning, this world as I know it is indeed
disordered, damaged, and fallen. I’m
finding it absurd to look for a president candidate, colleague, priest, preacher, closest of friends, Bettyann, church, website, or anything else in this world to find the answers of perplexity. And I thank You that you have not abandoned
me to absurdity. I thank You that into this world, into its pain and confusion,
You became flesh and dwelt among us. And
it ended for You as tragically as anything I have ever observed or could ever
observe. Your Son, Jesus Christ went to the cross with the full force of every
ugly, honest reality of Ecclesiastes on his shoulders. And He stands, having risen from the dead, with me
and every other human in that darkness, giving each and everyone of us an
equally severe image of a sovereign God in the midst of it. Amen
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