Blogger Idol Week 7 -- Play? What's that?

A man can do nothing better than to eat and drink and find satisfaction in his work. This too, I see, is from the hand of God, for without him, who can eat or find enjoyment? - Eccl. 2:24-25

I read this verse this morning and I just thought to myself, "that is so true!" I mean really. What else is there to do here except eat and work. Ultimately it will boil down to that. Especially the older you get. It seems that there is less and less time to play, and all that is left is work.

Work to bring home the bacon. Work to cook the bacon. Work to feed the kids the bacon. Work to store the unused bacon. Work to clean the bacon-dirtied dishes. Work to take care of the bacon-eating kids and to put the bacon-eating kids to bed.

It even seems like it is work to take those mini-vacations, and those short trips home to see the grand-parents. Relationships are work. Godly friendships are work. A Great Marriage is work.

So what is there to do besides eat your bacon and enjoy your work?!? God is such a good God that he has made it possible to actually enjoy the work. To find that a job well done brings great fulfillment and pleases the God who created you. That when your work is done well, that God is Worshipped!

Work, for the day is coming... Work at your job, but don't stop there. Work at your home, work at your family, work at your friendships, work, work, work! Redeem the time for the days are evil. Don't waste it with foolishness and play! You will get plenty of rest after you die! Work while it is day, for the night is coming.

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