It is better to go to a house of mourning than to go to a house of feasting, for death is the destiny of every man; the living should take this to heart.
- Ecclesiastes 7.2
Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.
- 1 Corinthians 13.8
The more time I spend with people in their 80s, the more I am struck by this deep panic inside my heart to not waste my life on things that don't matter.
The brightest, most articulate intellectuals are ravaged by age and the decay of their bodies, and their knowledge fades into oblivion as their synapses atrophy.
I'm not suggesting that the pursuit of knowledge isn't worthwhile. Far from.
All I'm trying to say is that the only thing that lasts is love. The kind of Love that loves through the frustration of deafness; through the fear of defenselessness; through the maddening boredom of incapacitation.
The kind of Love that 'bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.'
I pray that God might change my heart and fill it with His love, that should I live to face such days, that I would be characterised by such a love.
For His glory.
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