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Working Hard?

September 15, 2013 • Ecclesiastes 2:12–26

Do you have a job? Do you want a job? Do you hate your job? Do you want another job? (Sorry to be asking you these questions if today is your day off!) We’re always either preparing to work, working, or resting from work. Because work is such a substantial part of our lives, if we don’t learn to enjoy it, we’ll never learn to enjoy life.

The cheery Ecclesiastes, in considering work, concludes by saying: “So I hated my life” in 2:17 and “I hated all my toil” in 2:18. Can you give a hearty amen to this conclusion? Well then you’re in luck, because this sermon is for you!

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Never Enough

September 8, 2013 • Ecclesiastes 2:1–11

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Tick-Tock

September 21, 2013 • Ecclesiastes 3

Scripture teaches that God has created everything, including time. In Ecclesiastes 3, God the Poet gives us a poem to understand time with our minds and hearts; to see how He has created everything beautiful in its time. Time is the fundamental and ineradicable feature of our lives. The unbelievable brevity of our lives deeply conflicts with the deep-seated yearning for permanence. We experience only time, yet we desire timelessness. Why, for heaven's sake? Where did we ever learn of this thing called eternity, to desire it? If our lives have always been characterized by time, why don't we feel at home in it? Do fish complain about being wet? Perhaps there is land? Why do we complain about time? Perhaps there is eternity?