Introduction
There were
men who retired in a certain town. They met up for a chat every day on a
particular park bench. Ten years passed, then twenty. One day one said to the
other, ”You know, my memory isn’t what it used to be. Can you remind me of your
name?” Silence. So he repeated the question. Again there was a long silence.
Finally, the other bloke turned to his friend and said, “When do you need to
know by?”
The thing is, the older I get, the less far-fetched that story seems… As it says on the birthday card; “At my age I’ve
seen it all, done it all, heard it all. I just can’t remember it all.”
The
eagle-eyed among you will have noticed that we left off at the end of chapter 6
last Sunday and today we’re picking up in the middle of chapter 11. So what
happened to chapters 7, 8, 9 and 10?
There are three answers to that question; and
they are each practical in nature. The first reason is that chapters 7-10
repeat the exact same themes as chapters 1-6. There is very little that’s new
there (in fact, nothing new under the
sun) but so as not to send you home feeling entirely short-changed, I am going
to summarise those 4 chapters in a hundred words after I give you reasons 2 and
3.
The second reason, I have to be honest, is
that Ecclesiastes is a challenging book to preach on and, because of its
recurring themes, I was beginning to run out of material that enabled me to say
anything new.
The third reason is that I want to finish Ecclesiastes
before Palm Sunday, which is three Sundays away. Then it’ll be Easter. It
wouldn’t do to have a reading on the Day of the Resurrection saying “life is
meaningless and we’d all have been better off if we’d never been born!”
So here’s the summary of chapters 7-10;
basically they say this: you may as well face the facts about life and death. None
of us know in detail how it’s going to unfold, whether things will work out
well or not; some things are beyond our control. Nevertheless, one thing is certain;
the same fate awaits us all. One day, none of us will be here. In the meantime,
do what you can to live wisely rather than foolishly and don’t put all your
trust in people – they’ll let you down. It pays in the long run to be
respectful rather than rude. Most of all, enjoy life’s blessings as a gift from
God.
There you go; four weeks of sermons in one
minute. Some of you look like you’re thinking “why can’t it always be like
this?”
We all want
to live happy lives. The Greek philosopher Aristotle wrote, “Happiness is the
meaning and purpose of life, the whole aim and end of human existence.” That
was one of his most famous quotes but Solomon, hundreds of years before him,
said much the same thing in this book.
But both were mistaken. There is something
even better than happiness. Happiness is the emotional response we have to
circumstances around us. If good things keep happening to you, chances are
you’ll be happy in life.
But God
wants to give you something better than a happy life; he wants to give you a
blessed life. You can enjoy a blessed life even
when bad things keep happening to you. That’s why in the same passage where
Jesus says, “the world is going to hate you” he also says “your joy will be
complete.” To be blessed is to have God’s
amazing grace and abundant favour lavished on you.
Youth
Today, as we draw towards the end of the
book, after going round in circles a bit, Solomon at last gets to the point. I think the whole book
can be summed up by what he says in 12.1. “Remember your creator in the days of
your youth, before the days of trouble come and the years approach when you
will say ‘I find no pleasure in them.’”
We’ll come to old age in a while, but I want
to begin by looking at youth. 11.7-10 is about enjoying yourself while you’re young.
God wants that. As I mentioned a few weeks back, it says in 1 Timothy 6.17,
“God richly provides us with everything we need for our enjoyment.”
“Light is sweet” Solomon says “and it pleases
the eye to see the sun.” This is probably why Barbados is a more desirable
holiday destination than Bolton. I woke up on Wednesday, drew the curtains, and
there was this dazzling crimson, orange, purple sunrise stretching out on an
opal blue sky. Birds were singing. There was dew on the grass. The air smelt
clean. I was in Stockton on Tees but, just for a moment, it felt like paradise.
Life is a gift. There are so many blessings
to being alive. When you take the time to count them one by one, you see how
many there are. Even simple ones like opening your eyes every day and seeing
the light of the sun. Learn to cultivate a grateful heart. It’s good to start
each day by saying, “thank you Lord for every good gift.”
“However many years anyone may live, let them
enjoy them all” it says in v8. You appreciate life more when you’re satisfied
with what you have than when you’re envious about you don’t have. You’re better
off being a contented person with little than a covetous person with much.
Being young has some obvious upsides. On the
whole, you’re healthier, you’ve got more energy, greater physical strength, fewer
creaking joints, you tend to adapt better to change, you’ve usually got a
better memory and you’ve got your whole life ahead of you.
No wonder people covet youth. Bob Hope once took
a massive risk and asked a woman her age. This is how he remembered her reply. “She
said she was approaching forty,
and I couldn't help wondering from what direction!”
Solomon lived before the new covenant, before
Jesus, before God’s revelation of eternity was fully made known. So for him,
when he says in v8 “Let them remember the days of darkness, for here will be
many. Everything to come is meaningless” we need to remember that this is what
it looks like “under the sun” rather than beyond the heavens.
All the way through this book his basic point
has been, “you will value life much more if you remember that you are going to
be dead much longer.” It’s what we call today a secular outlook.
This is Solomon confirming what the New
Testament says; without Jesus it’s all loss. There is no hope for those who
have obstinately shut Jesus out of their hearts, lived for themselves instead,
and taken that stubbornness to the grave.
One day, Jesus
met a rich young man (Luke 18). He was just like Solomon in his prime; he had
it all. He was young. He was privileged. He was loaded. He was free. He could
do what he wanted.
But he’d just got to a point when he realised
that one day all his wealth would be gone. And that his money couldn’t buy him
everything. So he started wondering if there was maybe a way he could keep it and, maybe like Peter Pan,
stay young forever… He was looking for the secret of eternal youth.
So he approaches Jesus and says, “Teacher,
what must I do to get eternal life?”
And Jesus looks at him and says, “You know, don’t you? You’ve read the Ten
Commandments.” “I’ve been doing all that ever since I was in shorts, I can tick
all the boxes; I’m good” he says.
But Jesus, as always, sees the real issue. “Your
identity, your security, your pleasure is in all your money. You want to have
your cake and eat it. No, you have to choose. If you’re really serious about living
blessed, leave that behind. I’m telling you, you’ll have spiritual treasure
instead. Then you can come with me.” The Bible says his face fell. He was crestfallen.
Two people watched a hearse drive by on the
way to a funeral. It was a very well-known celebrity who died with fabulous wealth.
One said, “How much did he leave?” and the other said, “Everything.”
So Solomon continues. He could have written
this for the rich young ruler;
“You who are
young, be happy while you are young, and let your heart give you joy in the
days of your youth. Follow the ways of your heart and whatever your eyes
see, but know that for all these things God will bring you into judgment.”
In other words, it’s a fascinating world, travel
well, live adventurously, explore possibilities, avoid pain if you can and
don’t let anxiety consume you. But, whatever you do, remember God.
The Passage of Time
Time drags
when you’re young and time flies when you’re older. Einstein was once asked to
explain his famous theory and he famously replied, “Put your hand on a hot
stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an
hour, and it seems like a minute. That's relativity.”
Five minutes of added time for a fan whose
team is desperately hanging on seems like a day, but five minutes for a fan
whose team has failed the entire second half to breach the opposing defence
feels like 10 seconds.
All my childhood I wished I could grow up
more quickly. Did you? But the older I get, the more time seems to accelerate. There’s
a clock in Chester Cathedral with a short poem by Henry Twells called Time’s Paces and it talks about this phenomenon.
When as a child, I laughed and wept, time crept.
When as a youth, I dreamt and talked, time walked.
When I became a full-grown man, time ran.
When older still I daily grew, time flew.
Soon I shall find on travelling on - time gone.
O Christ, will You have saved me then? Amen.
When as a youth, I dreamt and talked, time walked.
When I became a full-grown man, time ran.
When older still I daily grew, time flew.
Soon I shall find on travelling on - time gone.
O Christ, will You have saved me then? Amen.
So Solomon comes to a conclusion from all his
swaying to and fro, from all his internal debating, from all his glass
half-empty and glass half-full moods.
And here it
is (12.1): “Honour and enjoy your Creator while you’re still young” as The
Message version puts it. How many of you came to faith before you were 25..?
That’s why it’s vital to remember your creator when you’re young. In later
years, the human heart becomes harder. That’s not to say you can’t become a
Christian when you’re older – but it’s rarer.
The easiest time in life to forget God is, in my opinion, in your
twenties and thirties. I used to belong
to a Youth Discipleship group when I was in my late teens. Kathie used to go
too. There were maybe 20 of us and we’d meet for simple life-related Bible
teaching, testimony, prayer and praise every Tuesday night. It was the
highlight of my week. Everybody there was full-on for God.
But when we got into out twenties and
thirties, we all got busy. Some got diverted and distracted. Others moved away
and couldn’t find a good church. Some of us had problems. Now, only four or
five of us as far as I know are committed Christians.
Old-Age
What about
old-age? Remember Solomon is an old man when he’s writing down Ecclesiastes so
he’s speaking from experience. Someone once said, “Youth for pleasure,
adulthood for business, old age for God.” Solomon spent most of his life
believing that and now he’s saying “no, that’s all wrong.”
Of course, to very young people, everyone looks old. A little girl came
out of church once after learning about Noah’s Ark and she asked her
grandfather, “Grandpa, what was it like in the ark with Noah?” He could have
seen the funny side but, honestly, he was a bit offended. So he said, “Excuse me,
young lady, I was not in the ark with Noah.” She looked very puzzled and said,
“Well, how come you didn’t drown then?”
In v2-5 Solomon describes what life is like
for him now he’s very old. This will one day be me. It occurred to me this week
that I am just ten years away from qualifying as a member of the Lunch Club.
The count down to the free bus pass has begun.
Verse 2: Remember your Creator before the sun and the light and the
moon and the stars grow dark, and the clouds return after the rain.
Growing old is like going from summer to
autumn to winter. Days get darker, and the light fades more with each day.
Verse 3: Remember your
Creator when the keepers of the house tremble, (he’s talking about his
shaky hands) and the strong men stoop (in other words, my back is hunched over
now), when the grinders cease because they are few (he’s talking about his missing
teeth that can no longer manage steak) and those looking through the windows
grow dim (this is about his eyesight. First he started squinting and needed
glasses for reading, then he needed bifocals to see distances as well and no
sooner was that sorted out he got cataracts).
Verse 4: Remember your
Creator when the doors to the street are closed and the sound of grinding
fades (he’s saying I no longer really understand the world with all its changes
now my working life is behind me), when people rise up at the sound of
birds, but all their songs grow faint; (he’s saying my sleep gets disturbed
by the slightest noise and my nocturnal trips to the loo. The fading sounds are
a reference to becoming a little hard of hearing).
Verse 5: Remember your
Creator when people are afraid of heights and of dangers in the streets
(he’s thinking I’ve become vulnerable; I’m less steady on his feet, I could
fall down the stairs and I can’t defend myself like I once could); when the
almond tree blossoms (that’s grey hair) and the grasshopper drags itself along
and desire no longer is stirred (here’s Solomon saying ‘the spring has gone
from my step. He looks at his harem and says ‘I’m too old for all that now.’)
It’s a very
moving and poetic description of the declining powers of old age. Your grip
weakens, your joints stiffen, you sag in all the wrong places, and your hair
disappears from your head and starts to sprout in your nostrils and ears
instead. One
of the many things no one tells you about aging is that it is such a nice
change from being young.
What a tragedy when, like Solomon, you have
no assurance about life after death. You cannot look forward with anticipation.
And you cannot look back with satisfaction. The silver cord snaps and the well
is dry. The party’s over. The glass is empty. The bar’s closed. Life is done.
Solomon tried everything and summed up his entire
life as useless, vanity. “A tale told by an idiot, signifying nothing” as
Shakespeare put it. He took a lifetime to learn that the most important things in
life aren’t things and the best things in life are always free.
Don’t get to where he got to. When I look
back at my four score years and ten I want to see more than a broken rope and a
shattered water jar.
Ending
John Wesley said as an old man, “When I was young
I was sure of everything. After a few years, having been mistaken a thousand
times, I was not half so sure of most things as I was before. Now, I am hardly
sure of anything except what God has revealed to me.”
If your
first 25 years are springtime, 25-50 is summer, 50-75 is autumn, and 75-100 is
winter, what season of life are you in? When I was in the springtime of my life
I never thought that one day I’d be in autumn, but here I am. And winter is
next.
As surely as the earth turns round the sun,
teenagers become adults, who become mature adults, who become elderly.
What if
Solomon could log on to Ask Billy Graham.com? What if he asked, “Dear Billy,
when I was young, I loved God and followed him with all my heart. But when I
got older, I got distracted and wondered away from faith. Now, I’m close to
death and feel I’ve wasted my life. I bet God is angry with me. Is it too late?
This is what the reply would be (and I know
because someone did ask a very similar question).
“Yes, it would’ve been better if you had
never turned away from God. But listen: he still loves you, and Christ
died for you. God’s promise of forgiveness is for all who know they need him:
“If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins
and purify us from all unrighteousness” (1 John 1.9). Don’t let another day go
by without Christ, but confess your sins to Him and ask him to be
your Saviour and Lord. Then ask him to help you walk with him every
day.
Sermon preached at All Saints' Preston on Tees, 19 March 2017
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