Saturday, August 18, 2012

Solomon's Question

In Ecclesiastes 6, King Solomon asks a pointed question:

"Who knows what is good for man while he lives the few days of his vaporous life, which he passes like a shadow?"

That's actually a question that he will continue to answer (in successive layers) throughout the rest of the book.  But his first answer comes early on in chapter 7.

Tomorrow at DPC we'll be looking at King Solomon's provisional answer to his own question.

What you have to love about the book of Ecclesiastes is how honest Solomon is about our "life under the sun."  How does a wise person respond to the burdens and afflictions and evils of life in this world (death being the last and the greatest of these)?

There are some unavoidable things that the foolish person will try to avoid, even right up to the last minute.  It is not so with the wise.

Join us tomorrow morning as we dig into the Bible's answer to this important question.  In the meantime, I encourage you to reflect upon this poem...

The Sands of Time Are Sinking
by Anne R. Cousin
based upon the words of Pastor Samuel Rutherford

The sands of time are sinking,

The dawn of heaven breaks;
The summer morn I’ve sighed for -
The fair, sweet morn awakes:
Dark, dark had been the midnight
But dayspring is at hand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Emmanuel’s land.

The king there in His beauty,
Without a veil is seen:
It were a well-spent journey,
Though seven deaths lay between:
The Lamb with His fair army,
Doth on Mount Zion stand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Emmanuel’s land

O Christ, He is the fountain,
The deep, sweet well of love!
The streams on earth I’ve tasted
More deep I’ll drink above:
There to an ocean fullness
His mercy doth expand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Emmanuel’s land.

The bride eyes not her garment,
But her dear Bridegroom’s face;
I will not gaze at glory
But on my King of grace.
Not at the crown He giveth
But on His pierced hand;
The Lamb is all the glory
Of Emmanuel’s land.

O I am my Beloved’s
And my Beloved is mine!
He brings a poor vile sinner
Into His house of wine
I stand upon His merit -
I know no other stand,
Not e’en where glory dwelleth
In Emmanuel’s land.

This is actually just 5 parts of a 19-part poem.  
The imagery of all 19 lines is beyond beautiful, 
even as heaven is beyond this world.  
Very encouraging.

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