i've got a question.
Success. that's what life is all about, right? pushing harder and harder, faster and faster, on and on, never stopping, never resting, never good enough, never strong enough, you-just-gotta-keep-going-cause-it's-the-only-way, you push through the pain, you push through the hurt, you just shove all of those unnecessary feelings aside cause "there's no time to think about that", you close yourself off to the rest of this world and just do your own thing, make your own life, be your own person, 'cause it's the only way to survive in this crazy, messed-up world, it's the only way to live, right, the only way to make it. success is all there is, right? you just gotta live in the moment, do the best you can right now and maybe feel good about yourself if there's time for that, right?
but then you die.
yeah. death is a funny thing. it snatches you right up before you even have a chance to stop and think about what life really is. it doesn't give you second chances. it doesn't spare you a moment to go, "hey, wait a second. let me think this over and make a decision and then i'll get back to you, alright?"
nah. it doesn't do that. you know it doesn't. i know it doesn't. there's no stopping and thinking when it comes to death.
so. here's my question.
what's the point?
if all we're gonna do is push ourselves until we die, what's the point? why. do. we. spend. so. much. stinking. time. on. making. sure. we're. successful?
I said in my heart, "Come now, I will test you with pleasure; enjoy yourself." ...So I became great and surpassed all who were before me in Jerusalem. Also my wisdom remained with me. And whatever my eyes desired I did not keep from them. I kept my heart from no pleasure, for my heart found pleasure in all my toil, and this was my reward for all my toil. Then I considered all that my hands had done and the toil I had expended in doing it, and behold, all was vanity and a striving after wind, and there was nothing to be gained under the sun.
you see? all is vanity.
everything you do is gonna be worthless. such a wonderful feeling, isn't it. no matter what we do, it's gonna be pointless.
so. i repeat.
WHAT'S THE POINT?
here today, gone tomorrow. that's it, right?
see. there's this thing called eternity.
i know it might be a new concept to some of you out there, but trust me, it exists. i've got a friend who's been there. maybe you've heard of him?
his name's Jesus.
you know all that "pointless" talk up there?
well. Jesus makes life worth it. he really does.
he came to this earth to die for all of us rotten, good-for-nothing, hopeless, worthless, pointless people. he paid the punishment for every wrong thing we've ever done (and that's a whole awful lot) and even though we don't deserve it, he loves us.
this love isn't conditional. 'cause if it was, we'd all be going to hell. no exceptions there. but that's not how he works. this love... it's eternal.
GUYS. DON'T YOU GET IT?
don't put your worth in what you can do. it's rubbish, it's disgusting, and it's pointless.
the only one who places any value in you is Jesus.
so. i'll repeat the question a third time.
what's the point?
you are loved.
and that person sitting next to you?
yeah. they're loved, too. only problem is, they don't know it yet. they need somebody to tell them that Jesus loves them. that you love them.
because, see. there's this thing called death.
we don't have forever. "all we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us." (J.R.R. Tolkien) and there are people out there still who need to know the truth.
say there was a person standing in front of you who was suffering from a horrible deadly disease. and you knew exactly what the cure was. you knew how to get it. you knew how to cure them. but you were too busy. you wanted to be successful, remember? so you didn't bother to tell them.
and then the person died.
someone comes up to you the next day and looks you straight in the eye.
"YOU'RE AN IDIOT. you practically had the cure in your hands. why didn't you bother to tell them? why didn't you care? how much did you have to HATE them to not tell them? HOW MUCH?"
what would you say?
see, death doesn't give second chances, remember?
i've got another question for you.
do you care?
do you care enough about these people?