“I observed everything going on under the sun,
and really, it is all meaningless–like chasing the wind.”
Bursts of color waffle across the landscape, tossed about in the wind. Vibrant reds, glorious yellows, fiery oranges with pops of burgundy fill my vision. The tap, tap, tap of leaves making contact with the earth on their descent from the trees adds audio to the drama of beauty that nature has provided. The chill in the air is just enough to be inspiring, yet not intimidating. A new season is afoot, and underfoot. But this is nothing new under the sun.
“So I came to hate life because everything done here under the sun is so troubling. Everything is meaningless–like chasing the wind.”
The DJ on the radio played more tunes of encouragement and joy. Her voice always communicates the same. There is uncommon mercy and tenderness when tragedy she must report. There is hope woven throughout her words when Truths she quotes. Her laughter is contagious when she is amused. Yet there was fear, defeat and weariness of soul when at the close of her show she announced the probable end of the marriage she has lived for 20+ years. She proclaimed humbly that a miracle was needed and was asking for prayer. A new season is afoot, and underfoot. But this is nothing new under the sun.
“As dead flies cause even a bottle of perfume to stink,
so a little foolishness spoils great wisdom and honor.”
In the midnight hour, there is a knock on the door. She gathers her robe around her and opens the door. He stands there before her, with his hands in his pockets and questions in his eyes. In curiosity, she lets him in. In timidity, she beckons him to take a seat. The door remains open with only the glass storm door guarding them from public view. She waits for him to speak his mind, overtly courageous and strong but inwardly ruminating on fear and doubt. The influence of alcohol comes into question. Minutes pass as he beats around the bush, gathering momentum and strength. Finally, he makes his purpose known and with the revealing, relief spills over as if a dam has been breached and the force behind it can be held back no longer. Is there a new season is afoot, and underfoot? She feels devoid of power because of hypocrisy and compromise, fear and doubt. Is there a new season is afoot, and underfoot? But this is nothing new under the sun.
“Everything is meaningless,” says the Teacher, “completely meaningless.”
Keep this in mind: The Teacher was considered wise, and he taught the people everything he knew. He listened carefully to many proverbs, studying and classifying them. The Teacher sought to find just the right words to express truths clearly.
The words of the wise are like cattle prods—painful but helpful. Their collected sayings are like a nail-studded stick with which a shepherd drives the sheep.
But, my child, let me give you some further advice: Be careful, for writing books is endless, and much study wears you out. That’s the whole story. Here now is my final conclusion: Fear God and obey his commands, for this is everyone’s duty. God will judge us for everything we do, including every secret thing, whether good or bad.