There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace
I somehow enjoy reading the book of Ecclesiastes, especially this chapter.
But don’t get me wrong, if you have any doubts or qualms about the bible, I will be the last person you would seek advise for.
I wasn’t brought up in a christian family and i knew very little about faith until i was in my teenage years when `Heaven´ came into the picture and being questioned.
After years of spiritual development, discovery and practice, i still have my doubts on certain things in the bible.
Is the TRUTH behind the stories is what i’m searching for?
Or believing what i choose to believe is the answer?
I read this chapter over and over again during my darkest hour.
I even read it to Jonathan in the ICU, on the phone and during his very last moment in the hospital.
It came as a complete surprise when the pastor recited these verses during his service.
Ultimately i knew at that point, He is the answer to my question.