Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it; but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains. - HENRY DAVID THOREAU, Walden
Gospel Text: (LK 21:29-33)
Jesus told his disciples a parable.
“Consider the fig tree and all the other trees.
When their buds burst open,
you see for yourselves and know that summer is now near;
in the same way, when you see these things happening,
know that the Kingdom of God is near.
Amen, I say to you, this generation will not pass away
until all these things have taken place.
Heaven and earth will pass away,
but my words will not pass away.”
Well then, what’s the point? Why all the fuss? Why do this or that, if all is passing away?
The conviction that “what’s done for Christ” actually survives this life gives us great confidence in the living of our daily life. It ALL matters because the words of Jesus and our good deeds survive the dissolution of everything else that is. So, what am I engaged in today? What am I pursuing that passes? What am I pursuing that lasts? What words fill my ears, my mind and my heart? Small talk? Gossip? Petty concerns? Or perhaps the words of Jesus—the ones that last?