i d k

Posted in Uncategorized on October 16, 2011 by Brian.Alex

I don’t know, I just don’t know. A common enough refrain in today’s post-everything culture, where it’s uncouth to be reasonably sure of anything. Culture is chock full of silly-strings and superstrings alike, thus it’s the “in” thing to push knowledge out and lament our lack of surety. Ecclesiastes’ Preacher is pretty sure we won’t figure it all out.  In fact, he believes we’ll never know the full scope of true reality in this fallen world. But, that doesn’t stop him from searching. In the end, we’re told to ask, seek and knock… in hopes of one day obtaining.


t m o s r

Posted in Uncategorized on October 9, 2011 by Brian.Alex

The myth of self-rescue. Everyman fancies himself a bootstrap man, one who invariably pulls himself up by his own proverbial boot straps. At one time or another we all pretend the part of Donne’s “island” and Descartes’ thoughtful “ergo sum”. To be respected, thought well of, even fashionably humanitarian seems the renaissance of postmodern man. Albeit with one hidden caveat, a lie. I can rescue myself from my worst enemy: me. Let it not be said of us, friends, that we are who we are by our own doing, merits or greatness, but by the grace of God alone.

t b f a e

Posted in Uncategorized on September 11, 2011 by Brian.Alex

Former NYC Mayor Rudolf Giuliani quoted from Ecclesiastes 3 in the speech he gave today – on this 10th anniversary of 9/11 at Ground Zero. The solemn words about times and seasons, that Solomon penned roughly 3,000 years ago, gave a sense of serenity and stability in the face of senseless terrorism a decade ago. Solomon, the “wisest man who ever lived” went on to write of man’s inability to grasp all that God is busy about, and how man’s limited perspective causes him to grapple with the tension between finiteness and eternity. Eternity – now that is a healthy disposition for our times.

g w o g

Posted in Uncategorized on August 28, 2011 by Brian.Alex

gathering without gain, discovering holes in your pockets on a rainy day, while storing it up, you found it hard to hold on to along the way. a sense of senselessness now entwined with it. getting more and more really got you nothing. becoming greater and greater had no end. and in the end, it was just smoke and mirrors, working inside a house built with hardship and pain. your only pleasure came from doing good work, reflecting on having given yourself entirely to it. even that didn’t last, it’s all impermanent. this is the work God gives to man.

t t t t e

Posted in Uncategorized on August 19, 2011 by Brian.Alex

Tethered to this tired engine – once wound up its winding down – all these gears are tired now too, giving up their spinning round. Constant filling but never filled up, tearing down but not to rebuild: every sense of satisfaction just a flight of fancy, can’t even muster the breath to lament. Vanity, vanity says the preacher rightly, there’s nothing new under this sun.  What unhappy business God occupies us with, striving after wind but never attaining. This must teach us something, namely, only the Maker can reset His engine: we yearn for Him to make all things right.

k i s k i s

Posted in Uncategorized on July 20, 2011 by Brian.Alex

keep it secret, keep it safe.” that was gandalf’s admonition to a young frodo baggins – who then took the one ring and tucked it safely away, out of harm’s way. what in our lives should we keep so secret and safe? what in this life is so precious, so intimate, so deserving of being cloistered in places where moths, rust, decay and the like can steal it away?  what do we own that cannot be given? that which is truly valuable enriches the giver most. the gospel, love, forgiveness – all these things make us wealthy when we give them.

i y d d

Posted in Uncategorized on June 7, 2011 by Brian.Alex

is your discontent divine? are we (always) supposed to be fruitful and fulfilled at the same time? can we (always) be in our element, our niche, our sweet spot? dare we grasp to attain to that? the answer is “maybe”. it seems the Divine Gardener is concerned not just for our welfare, but that we fare well in His garden. this life is His life. so He prunes, disciplines, chastens. why? because sometimes restrictions, dead ends, and wastelands are just training fields for our later freedoms, highways and lush valleys. maybe your season of mal-content is heaven sent?