It’s Like Existential, MAN!

Not long before my time a subculture of our society known as the Beatniks thrived. Sometime during the 1950’s to early 60’s marked their era. One might find the stereotypical beatnik frequenting a basement coffee shop in a big city with barefoot, leotard-clad waitresses serving up espresso. There might be a stage where folk singers trilled the pains and joys of society, and there were often deep and contemplative poetry and prose readings accompanied by bongo drums. This vision of beatniks fits the Old Testament book of Ecclesiastes to a “T”.

The book of Ecclesiastes is deep, but offers a surprisingly simple message:

– We may be cradled as infants in the arms of our parents, but
This will not last. We will all die and the cradling will be forgotten.
– We may make childhood friends and enjoy their company, but
This will not last. We will all die and our friends will be forgotten.
– We may attend school and become studious pupils, but
This will not last. We will all die and our studies will be forgotten.
– We may finish school. We may get married. We may raise a family, but
All this, too, will be forgotten. We will die.

I guess the bottom line in the book of Ecclesiastes is to enjoy what life has to offer, and follow the precepts and guidance of God to our grave. The blessing of relationship with God is the only thing we will take with us.

Have faith.

Wendy S.

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