Solomon said “to everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven”
I know that The Byrds and Dylan put that chapter to music. It was a really popular song.
I wondered about it, so I analyzed it a little.
To EVERYTHING there is a season. That means even the little things we take for granted on a daily basis. Not just the big things. The small kisses from your children and your grandchildren…your husband or wife. The days that we work at our jobs. There is a season for that and a purpose. We may not consider it always to be a noble purpose, but in a way it always IS, if we make it so. (I always hear Patrick Stewart in my head when I write that….”make is so”) We project ourselves in those purposes. In everything.
There is a SEASON. Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter. There are those seasons in our lives both externally and internally. Sinatra sang about it in the song “It Was a Very Good Year” When we are 17, the seasons seem like they are stretching out forever. The time passes by slowly…but by the time we reach the Autumn of the year the time is passing by like a blur. We take note of the passing of the time on the calendar, the Christmases and the Hot summer days, and our biological clocks just keep on moving. It’s my belief that we all have a different time on our biological and spiritual clocks. Nobody knows what it is, and we MUST learn to fit our purpose into that time that we have been given.
Under Heaven. As our time that we have is spent attending to our purpose here on Earth, we often forget that we are under Heaven. We have this wonderful human life and the time that goes with it and we have been given a purpose to accomplish. We often forget that and go about living our times wandering and squandering this wonderful gift. I hope and pray that when my sand, which is running so quickly out of the hourglass is done, that I will have accomplished what I was sent here to do. I think I have. In my heart of hearts I feel like I have. So that if I left tomorrow I believe I could rest in peace under the heavens that Solomon wrote about so long ago.