Saturday, 21 July 2012

Everything is Meaningless

Everything is meaningless

When I hear about someone who is almost killed, but miraculously saved, only to have her life taken from her later that week, I think everything is meaningless.

I have known many a people who after surviving what could have been the death of them say “I lived, so I must be alive for a reason.”  I don’t know that there is any greater reason for them to live than there is for anyone else, alive or dead.

Mordecai tells Esther that perhaps she is in her royal position for a specific reason, but he goes on to say that really, she is not important.  If deliverance didn’t come through her it could have come from somewhere else.

Esther’s position was meaningless.  God didn’t need her.

God does good to those who call on him.  But he does good to those who hate him too.  Blessings are arbitrary.  Everything is meaningless.

God allows good and evil people to succeed.  People’s prayers are answered, whether they are praying to Jesus, Buddha, Ancestors or Themselves.  Everything is meaningless.

Is my life meaningless?  God can use me, but he doesn’t need me.  He can accomplish his will without me.

The end of the matter is this:  Fear God and keep is commandments, for this is the whole duty of man.

I am not very good at fearing God.  I take grace for granted. 

I am not very good at loving God.  That is the greatest commandment.

I have a duty and I fail at it.  Still good and bad things happen to me.  I help one person, but harm others.  This too is meaningless, a chasing after the wind.

P.S.  what language is this:  HOBий ЗAПOBIT  ?

Tuesday, 17 July 2012

Stealing From a Dead Man.

I sit in my dad’s car wearing his sunglasses and sweater and listening to his music.  It doesn’t seem right.  Why should I benefit from his death?  When I tell people that I have my dad’s car they tell me that I am lucky.  But I don’t feel lucky.  I’d rather have my dad. The government is giving me $200ish a month for the next year as long as I stay in school.  Again, it doesn’t seem right that I should gain from this loss.  My dad can’t be paid for.  It isn’t like if you give me enough then it will be okay that he is gone.  He is irreplaceable. 

Somehow I think there is a connection between me benefitting from my Dad’s death and me benefitting from Jesus’ death.  In some ways I’d rather that they were both still around, but Jesus’ death played an important role.  I don’t know that I can say the same about my dad’s.

Oh, did I mention that I got life insurance money too?

Wednesday, 11 July 2012

Sometimes you lose, sometimes you unwin.

I think unwinning must be what happens when you are awarded a gold metal and then they test for steroids in your urine, and disqualify you.  If that happens you are then forced to live on Unwin Road for the rest of your life.  Feel the shame.

Sunday, 1 July 2012


I really like this.  I think this is just as relevant to Canadian history.