“Yet when I surveyed all that my hands had done and what I had toiled
to achieve, everything was meaningless, a chasing after the wind; nothing was
gained under the sun.”
– Ecclesiastes 2:11
If not honest, I would be internal
with a matter that should, for the sake of progressive intellect (save
relevance), be brought to light. I am uncertain. The above verse from Scripture
was written in context to a passage titled, The
Futility of Pleasures. My concerns have not to do with pleasures, but what
I claim are my options with the youth of life.
Many of my cohorts – good friends
of a college town – are in transition at the end of this term from studies into
a career path. Since I have been settled in town, those processes have always
encouraged me to learn and acclaim with intellect when around them in pace,
conversation, or other societal conversations. My matter is this: if at all it
is my decision whether to uproot once more and pursue a career that God has
prepared me for (if I believe He has), then what to make of the depths of
wealth I note with family in Christ? It is all rather large for my thought
patterns and so I have lifted those questions (and more) to God with (desired)
expectancy that I will hear in time. I don’t mean to confuse those nearest me with
questions I have watered, but it is only practical to express those with
honesty.
The matter at hand is not as urgent
in this season, but it should be noted with power that God has given me talents
apart from comfortable norms and know Him enough that He calls out for missions
that otherwise would be achieved (whether we want apart of it or not), so I
protect that stance. This message is preface for a romantic letter of address
to those person I love that I would hate to lose if and when I move to
Hollywood for the attack on those opportunities that I, since childhood, knew that God hoped me for.
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