Psalm 127:1--"Except the Lord build the house, they labour in vain that build it; except the Lord keep the city, the watchman waketh but in vain."
Ok, so I'm not in the process of building a house or trying to protect a city. However, I am in the process of living a life that I hope has meaning and will leave behind a legacy of some sort. Somehow, though, I seem to think I can do it all by myself. Like the cranky little two-year old..."No! I want to do it!" I'm not sure what it is that I don't get. The part that I can't really do it all by myself, or the part where even if I think I can, it is all pointless unless it is God's project. Rather sobering indeed.
I could end up a revered teacher...without God teaching me--pointless.
I could maybe be a dynamic speaker...without God behind the words--pointless.
Oh, maybe I could present a stunning performance of the Messiah--without a relationship with God--POINTLESS!
I want to hold on with grimy, grasping fingers to the good things in my life, and I completely forget that it's not about me. Outside of Jesus, all those good things are worth nothing. They can't heal a broken heart. They can't bind up wounds. They can't forgive. They can't give me life. And yet, I worship them by holding on tightly and demanding that God not take them away! Ah...sometimes I strike myself as being quite dense. In terms we used growing up, "Wake up and smell the seaweed!"
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