Monday, May 12, 2008

Sitting under an expository sermon series on the Book of Ecclesiastes is like . . .

getting slapped in the face every week.

This is due largely to the clear meaning of the text brought to light each sermon, and the meaninglessness of many of my primary pursuits.

A repeated "on the way home" thought: I'm tired of chasing the wind.

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