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ANYONE WITH an ounce of restorative impulse can relate to the feeling, especially the skilled elderly in this life. We often hear them say, “Things wear on you.” They emphasize that like sandpaper... whether smooth or coarse the world grinds you down. The world is caustic they emphasize. It strips us bare. We grow to realize that this observation teaches them that the hostility of the world swirls all about. They may claim we are sinful victims… both young and old alike. For the wise, human beings can be like an experimental vehicle that never survives the drawing board... aborted before getting started. We find that whatever good that may have been planned at the beginning becomes trashed by sinfulness, punitive time, wear or will. The dreary color of this condition casts a large shadow on the human plight, whether newborn or elderly. Though we may attempt to restore precious things that fall into disrepair.., age, rust and corrosion continue to destroy. Those restored using primers, fillers. surfacers or makeup will soon need restoration once again. Eventually, we are soulfully reminded of this whenever |
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Below The Surface! |
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any of us are called to go to church to attend someone’s funeral or pay our respects for that which was humanly accomplished. There we may rightly hear the dismal truth. We can hear it said from ancient scripture. The words toll to us across the pews…
“The words of the Preacher, the son of David, king in Jerusalem, “Vanity of vanities, says the Preacher, vanity of vanities! All is vanity. What does man gain by all the toil at which he toils under the sun? A generation goes, and a generation comes, but the earth remains for ever. The sun rises and the sun goes down, and hastens to the place where it rises. The wind blows to the south, and goes round to the north; round and round goes the wind, and on its circuits the wind returns. All streams run to the sea, but the sea is not full; to the place |
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Looking, What Do You See? |
