06 May 2009

Not even the wisest people know everything, even if they say they do. This post is selected in order passages from the book of Ecclesiastes from the Old Testament. Open your mind to truth and understand that, “Not even the wisest people know everything, even if they say they do.” (Ecclesiastes 8:17) ---------------------------------- Ecclesiastes 1:4-11 Generations come and go, but nothing really changes. The sun rises and sets and hurries around to rise again. The wind blows south and north, here and there, twisting back and forth, getting nowhere. The rivers run into the sea, but the sea is never full. Then the water returns again to the rivers and flows again to the sea. Everything is so weary and tiresome! No matter how much we see, we are never satisfied. No matter how much we hear, we are not content.History merely repeats itself. It has all been done before. Nothing under the sun is truly new. What can you point to that is new? How do you know it didn't already exist long ago? We don't remember what happened in those former times. And in future generations, no one will remember what we are doing now. Ecclesiastes 2:12-16 So I decided to compare wisdom and folly, and anyone else would come to the same conclusions I did. Wisdom is of more value than foolishness, just as light is better than darkness. For the wise person sees, while the fool is blind. Yet I saw that wise and foolish people share the same fate. Both of them die. Just as the fool will die, so will I. So of what value is all my wisdom? Then I said to myself, "This is all so meaningless!" For the wise person and the fool both die, and in the days to come, both will be forgotten. Ecclesiastes 3:1-15 There is a time for everything, a season for every activity under heaven. A time to be born and a time to die. A time to plant and a time to harvest. A time to kill and a time to heal. A time to tear down and a time to rebuild. A time to cry and a time to laugh. A time to grieve and a time to dance. A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones. A time to embrace and a time to turn away. A time to search and a time to lose. A time to keep and a time to throw away. A time to tear and a time to mend. A time to be quiet and a time to speak up. A time to love and a time to hate. A time for war and a time for peace. What do people really get for all their hard work?...
I dont know why God let my dad be murdered? Over 20 years ago my father was murdered as he was working in his store. It wasn’t a robbery as there was no money or anything else taken from either the store or from my dad. The person who murdered my dad first shot him in the back. When my dad turned around and was crawling toward the phone, the person shot him again in his neck which turned out to be the fatal shot. The person then ran out of the store and got into a car with three others who left. My dad was determined to get to the phone. He was able to do so and he made two phone calls; one to the police the next to my mom. My dad was on his last breaths of life on this earth when he in a whisper to the police told them he was shot and who it was that shot him. My dad’s last breath taken was during his telling my mom that he loved her. My dad was murdered three days after Christmas, two days after my parents’ 29th wedding anniversary, three days before my sister’s birthday and four days before New Year day. Dad was a very giving and caring person who would literally give the shirt off his back to someone in need of it. My dad was laid to rest the day before my sister’s birthday. The last time that I was with my dad was on Christmas day. My dad and I got along very well. We had some shouts at times yet we would always come together and work it out. Talking with dad always helped me understand and gain wisdom. Note that sometimes it would take a while for me to understand and be wiser and I’m still learning from things he told me and from his actions. The last thing my dad and I did together was to hug each other. He told me he loved me and I told him that I loved him. That hug from my dad is a Christmas gift that I will not forget because it was the last one I received from him on this earth. Off at work in another state early that December morning I get awakened by my phone ringing. Answering it I realize that it is my brother, Chris. He’s telling me that our dad was shot and that he is dead. I’m thinking that I’m in a really bad dream, a nightmare which feels way too real to accept. It was very real however and reality was hitting me hard. I vaguely remember getting up and ready with only tiny bits of the drive in my memory....

Victor E. Pearson

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