As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
As I have grown up, I have thought allot about what life is. I hear the echoes of Ecclesiastics in all is vanity. I look back as a child to an old man who was a relative, the richest man in the county and now he has died decades ago, and no one except a few people remember him any more.
He did provide for his children and his descendants are living to death better than most, but none of that benefits him as all the blessings of God in his life were not taken to Heaven with him and I remember his words, "Money is like trash after awhile, you just don't know what to do with it".
I was reading Colonel Charles Askins memoirs in Unrepentant Sinner and he mentions is much beloved father. Charles Sr. was described as a man who never bettered his situation, and never cared to. He was summed up in the words, "I have a pretty good gun, a pretty good horse and a pretty good dog."
Interestingly this is an almost mirror verse of my beloved Uncle before he died in telling my brother, "I have a pretty good pick up, a pretty good gun and a pretty good boat".
I recall the words of Billy Dixon the buffalo hunter in he looked back on his life and thought the best of it was having a quart tin cup for coffee and a buffalo steak grilled over the coals.
Townsend Whelen in his book on living in the wilderness summed up wisdom in people were needlessly poor for the houses they keep.
Which reminds me of a man who wanted a brace of expensive shotguns. He sold his expensive house, bought his shotguns and went to live in a trailer house as that is what pleased him.
I was thinking of a self serving prick I knew who now has retired and received a service award for a lifetime of being a prick among pricks. He was grinning so that seemed to pull his cock. This was a person whose dad a Methodist minister. He also flipped me off once in a store when he heard me voicing my judgments about his swindling life........as he was seated with a preacher. A lifetime service award from teachers means nothing to God. It is about Caring for others. I ponder if when this prick meets Jesus, that Jesus might say, "You had all that property.....how many poor people could you have helped if you had sold it all and given it to them".
That would be a statement not a question.
Then again his mother in law died, and one of our friends was digging through the trash they threw away and she pulled out a very expensive ceramic collectable. The kids did not want it as they had money. It was just so much trash. A lifetime of swindling people out of pennies and it goes not to Catholic heaven nor do the kids want to be bothered by what a parent had, as they have too much money already.
I don't run across women posting about things like men, as they define differently. I just am fascinated that it appears the wisest of men get it figured out with God that the most simple of things which God has provided them is all that really matters to them. It is not the property, it is the enjoyment the get from the property in enjoying the outdoors. It is as Solomon stated, nothing is better or is more than for a man to enjoy the labor of his hands.
I think about all of that. I think about things that matter to me, and will not matter jack shit to anyone after I would be gone. All I can do is enjoy the things God gives to me here as I can not give it to anyone later who would appreciate it at all. It would be just so much junk and not like I have kept my beloved Uncles traps, separate for when he perhaps returns with Christ.
The answers in this are simple and the simple is that most people do not enjoy what they have as they are empty and grab for more. I'm still not at the riches of a pretty good anything, but perhaps in time that will appear. My pretty good is being able to reach out to God and He is there and that makes me feel better. That is what matters for a time when I go to a world without tomorrows, where the enjoyment is God in what is treasured there.
Nuff Said
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