Vanity of vanities

I’m not depressed, so don’t go all suicide hotline on me.

But I’m beginning to see that there is no meaning to life apart from God.

What about working for the good of mankind, providing for your family, or even seeking pleasure and comfort?

All useless, and vain, and meaningless. All mankind will die, including your family, and pleasure and comfort only postpone the inevitable.

What about making a name for yourself, so the world will remember?

How many of you know who the guy is that that bridge down the road is named for? Who will remember you? And even if you are a George Washington, or Ben Franklin, or Ghandi, or anyone else famous and dead what possible good would it do you?

It dawned on me today that there is no one on this earth who knew my Grandfather as a peer. My Father is 79, and a good many of his peers are dead. Within two generations all first hand knowledge of anyone is gone. And within three almost all secondhand knowledge is gone too.

And what about your plans for the future? Your heart could stop an hour from now (regretting that double cheeseburger last night, aren’t you?) and you’d simply be gone. End of story. So eat, drink and be merry, numb the ache, dull the pain, whatever you’ve got to do to get by. Life sucks and then you die.

Unless. 

Unless there’s something more. Something bigger than this world.

Unless there is a God who has a plan for me, things I’m to do in a bigger plan. Unless no one leaves before he’s through with his job here, and no one leaves without His say so. 

Unless I can leave my leaving (and my loved one’s leaving) in His hands, trusting that he knows what he’s doing even if I don’t, I’m without Hope, meaning, or purpose. 

I don’t see any other alternatives.

So I know which one I choose. It seems a no brainer to me.

Where else am I going to go? You’re the only one with the words of eternal life.

Runnin’ On Empty

I’m running on empty lately. Physically, spiritually, out of gas.

Not much to say, not much going on, not doing much about it.

My life is that way sometimes. I start living in my own strength, only to chug to a stop after a while.

Hopefully I’ll learn a better way of being.

Hopefully sooner rather than later.

This Is Funny

This is too funny…

 

 

(HT- Challies)

Words fail me

I’m… I’m… umm… stunned!

 

 

Next time, I beg you, put your phasers on “kill” instead of “stun”, and put me out of my misery.

(HT- VanTil)

Brant Hansen for President

Today I’m officially kicking off a write-in campaign for the presidential election in November. My candidate of choice, and quite honestly the candidate for the ages, is Brant Hansen. (que backdrop of fields of golden wheat and waving flags)

Brant was born in the heartland of America to hard working middle-class parents, whose work ethic and simple family values taught him at an early age how to reach for the stars, and yet never loose touch with the common folk that make this great land of ours what it is today. 

His leadership skills and executive experience began at an early age, and continue right up until today.

His sense of humor, his deep love of animals , his unusually high intelligence, and humility all showcase his ample qualifications, and prove his competence for the position as Commander-In-Chief, while his life-experience keeps him well grounded, remembering his roots.

He has been recognized for his outstanding work in the field of National Communications with numerous Major Award nominations along the way in a career path best described as “meteoric”.

Having, over the years, displayed an an almost savant-like understanding of foreign policy and environmental issues, Brant has defied the confining categories of conventional politics and charted a course not dependant on the latest public opinion poll.

Won’t you please join me, in this most dangerous of times, give our great nation the leadership it needs, nay, deserves?

Write-in “Brant Hansen ” this November.