Ecc 3:1 There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens….
I have always looked at this particular section and seen the beauty and poetry in the language. Commentary, however, points out the repetition and monotony inherent in the parallel structure of “a time to….” and posits how this crushing monotony reinforces the idea that life is utterly meaningless when not connected to a higher purpose.
Ecc 3:2 …a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot….
I don’t do well with the hopeless undertones of this book. And my life is firmly rooted in the meaning of my Savior (Thank You, Jesus!), so when I look at this section, I am reminded more of the seasons of life than its meaninglessness. Some seasons are easier and happier than others, but each will ebb and flow into the next in God’s time.
Ecc 3:3 …a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build….
Lord, Thank You for this day and this scripture. Thank You for giving my life eternal purpose and meaning. Thank You for the seasons of life, each ebbing and flowing into the next. Help me to see Your presence everywhere and to shine Your light for all. Amen.
Ecc 3:4 …a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance….
Have a blessed day.