Everything Beautiful In Its Time

OEcclesiastes is a good book in a Great Book. The author, presumed by most to be wise Solomon, tries to explain the meaning of life and includes a clear discussion of contrasts.  All good Sunday school children probably know Chapter 3 by heart.  I am not one of them because Catholic churches did not have Sunday school in my day.  We had to sit through Sunday Mass and behave . . . but that is another story.

Nevertheless, us old hippies remember Turn, turn, turn by The Byrds  – To everything, turn, turn, turn. Life is a series of seasons and contrasts. Weep and laugh.  Mourn and dance.  Keep and discard.  War and peace.

Church people use this wisdom to to teach us that, while our present time may suck, the next season will be better.  The old by-and-by sermon.

But I don’t think that’s what the writer meant because just a few lines later, he says that God indeed made everything beautiful in its time.  And God has put eternity in their hearts, except that no one can find out the work that God does from beginning to end.

In other words, all life seasons have beauty. We just don’t know how it all fits into the Big Scheme. We should just trust there is beauty in its time. Everything. In all seasons.

So, my friends, in this time of long dark nights, leafless trees, struggling flowers, mute birds, militant squirrels, treacherously icy roads and scratchy long underwear, look for beauty.  It may very well be time.





All photos are from my backyard here in Trophy Club, Texas. I’d like to be a wee bit warmer, but this is beautiful, is it not?