In chapter 2 of Ecclesiastes, there’s an ominous subtitle to the second half of the chapter that reads something like, “Work is Meaningless.” This echoes the curse in Genesis 3, as well.
It’s Monday, and most of us have to do some kind of work today – whether that’s laundry or office work. And while some of it is exciting, it’s mostly the same thing we did last Monday, and the one before that.
But this is how we spend most of our waking hours for most of our lives, and for probably all of us at some point, it’s where we’ll look to find the answer to the question, “Am I significant?”
Like a rock thrown into a pond, our lives make a splash – maybe even a big splash – but in the end, the water closes over all of us and the ripples quickly fade. What’s the point? You do the dishes or the laundry only to do them all over again the next day. Life is short, and something in us longs for permanence, for some lasting proof at the end of this life that we were ever here.
Like crack addicts, we keep going to experiences, happiness, money professional success or other stuff, but all of these fade pretty quickly and we end up looking for another hit. For Solomon, who wrote Ecclesiastes, the answer is in a phrase he repeats over and over again: “under the sun.” There is nothing “under the sun” that will give meaning to our existence. But there is Christ, who made everything, and He is NOT “under the sun.” The last verses of Ecclesiastes chapter 2 explain that our daily grind – even when it feels routine – can have infinite significance IF we do our work to please Him.
So there’s my point: what you do: the calls you make, the paperwork you fill out, the pain in the butt stuff that really does seem like meaningless work – spend your days working to please God, and in that you’ll find a life that is truly meaningful and significant.