Ecclesiastes
3:1-13
There’s an opportune
time to do things, a right time for everything on the earth:
A right time for
birth and another for death,
A right time to plant and another to reap,
A right time to kill and another to heal,
A right time to destroy and another to construct,
A right time to cry and another to laugh,
A right time to lament and another to cheer,
A right time to make love and another to abstain,
A right time to embrace and another to part,
A right time to search and another to count your losses,
A right time to hold on and another to let go,
A right time to rip out and another to mend,
A right time to shut up and another to speak up,
A right time to love and another to hate,
A right time to wage war and another to make peace.
A right time to plant and another to reap,
A right time to kill and another to heal,
A right time to destroy and another to construct,
A right time to cry and another to laugh,
A right time to lament and another to cheer,
A right time to make love and another to abstain,
A right time to embrace and another to part,
A right time to search and another to count your losses,
A right time to hold on and another to let go,
A right time to rip out and another to mend,
A right time to shut up and another to speak up,
A right time to love and another to hate,
A right time to wage war and another to make peace.
But
in the end, does it really make a difference what anyone does? I’ve had a good
look at what God has given us to do—busywork, mostly. True, God made everything
beautiful in itself and in its time—but he’s left us in the dark, so we can
never know what God is up to, whether he’s coming or going. I’ve decided that
there’s nothing better to do than go ahead and have a good time and get the
most we can out of life. That’s it—eat, drink, and make the most of your job.
It’s God’s gift.
Food
for thought!
Nature
demonstrates that almost everything occurs in cycles. The earth rotates on a
daily cycle. The moon evolves around the earth on a monthly cycle, and the
earth revolves around the sun in an annual cycle. During the year, the four
seasons take us from cold to warm and again to cold as plants and animals cycle
from a dormant to an active stage and then, as another winter approaches, again
become dormant. Tides flow daily toward, and away from, the shore. Each day
closes with a sunset, which is followed by a sunrise. Winter ends; spring
begins. And so it goes. Every beginning has an ending, and all endings herald a
new beginning: life out of death.
Mohandas
K. Gandhi said: “Birth and death are not two different states, but
they are different aspects of the same state.” Kofi Awoonor, the Ghanaian
writer, stated, “In our beginnings lies our journey’s end.” Our lives also have
seasons and cycles. Each of us experiences an endless flow of beginnings and
endings. Every season of our life has a beginning and an ending that leads to a
new beginning. Childhood ends and adolescence begins; adolescence ends and
adulthood begins; young adulthood ends and middle age begins; middle age ends
and old age begins. We generally like beginnings—we celebrate the new. On the other
hand, many people resist endings and attempt to delay them. This is
unfortunate.
Often
we don’t feel the joy of an ending, perhaps because we forget that in each
ending are the seeds of beginning. Today's First Reading reminds us that
beginnings and endings are just normal. The more we allow ourselves to trust that every ending is
a new beginning, the less likely we are to resist letting go of old ideas and
attitudes and ways of doing things. The less resistance we have, the less pain
we experience in making the journey through the many cycles of our lives.
For a moment,
imagine you are a caterpillar. You have this strange urge to spin a cocoon
around your body—certain death! How difficult it must be to let go of the only
life you have ever known, a life of crawling on the earth in search of food.
Yet, if you are willing to trust, as caterpillars seem able to do, the end of
your life as an earthbound worm may be the beginning of your life as a
beautiful winged creature of the sky.
We can see each ending as a tragedy and
lament and resist it, or we can see each ending as a new beginning and a new
birth into greater opportunities. What the caterpillar sees as the tragedy of
death, the butterfly sees as the miracle of birth. C'est la vie!
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