There’s nothing new under the sun—time, love, good, evil. All is vanity.
On the surface, this is one of the more confusing books of the Bible. It seems to contradict much of the other teachings, including ones from the previous book by supposedly the same author, Solomon. But Ecclesiastes was not written with a surface read in mind.
This book explores much more than riddles and cliché sayings today. It tackles tough topics about life and death and grief and the futility of man’s worthless existence. But when you reach the end of the book, you are rewarded with the ultimate answer in life.
This is not a book I can read and say, cool. On to the next task. No. This book demands your full attention, demands you mine its depth for true understanding of life. On this read through, verses stuck out to me I’d only skimmed over before.
A good name is better than precious ointment,
And the day of death than the day of one’s birth;
Better to go to the house of mourning
Than to go to the house of feasting,
For that is the end of all men;
And the living will take it to heart.
Sorrow is better than laughter,
For by a sad countenance the heart is made better.
The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning,
But the heart of fools is in the house of mirth. 7:1-4
These verses stabbed my still grieving heart. It infused it with a level of understanding my mind is trying to comprehend. But it’s there still.
I want to go through this book again, slowly, slowly, and absorb the message there. It’s more than meets the mind at first. And the final verse says it all, but I won’t give it away here. You have to read the whole book first before fully appreciating the last words.
It’s only twelve short chapters. If you read them now, let me know what you think about this book. Share in the comments.