<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7873632815996412364</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:04:01.069-08:00</updated><category term='Friendships'/><category term='Self Esteem?'/><category term='College'/><category term='The End of the Matter'/><category term='Timidity.'/><title type='text'>The End of the Matter</title><subtitle type='html'>Ecclesiastes 12:13-14</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://end-ofthe-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873632815996412364/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://end-ofthe-matter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bridget Eileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262646040439220155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NKGLz7aiepM/SBTQriPnKnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_YKY-9F-fU4/S220/ClassPic.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7873632815996412364.post-6616096980653493351</id><published>2008-08-19T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:52:47.508-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The End of the Matter'/><title type='text'>So I'm Going to College</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/ISI/BC012~Best-Friends-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;[This is something I have recently been struggling with over the past few months.  In other words, I wrote this mostly for myself as a way to verbalize a few stray thoughts that might be lost if I didn't write them down.  But then, of course, friendships can be tricky things for everyone.  So perhaps you will also be encouraged by this.  :-)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I hate you!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You’re not my friend anymore!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can vividly recall yelling such words to numerous childhood friends over the years.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s what kids do.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You’re best friends one week, then the next you’re sworn enemies.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One minute you’re sharing lollipops; then the next you’re pulling each other’s hair out.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I met one friend at a “Pioneer Girl” meeting once when I was around four years old.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The both of us secretly agreed to become best friends right on the spot – “Hi, my name is Bridget.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do you want to be my best friend?” – “Okay!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My name is Katie!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let’s be best friends!”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A few weeks later, we couldn’t stand each other.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s not that little kids have terribly calloused, mean hearts.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s just that when you’re little, going through a dozen or so friendships every month is easy – you simply use each other for however long the fun lasts.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And then, when the other guy starts getting on your nerves – well, there’s plenty of other kids to pick from, so why bother sticking it out with &lt;i&gt;this &lt;/i&gt;piece of mold?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We laugh at such childish attitudes, and yet, how many of us still harbor this same kind of mindset even when we’ve grown?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course, we probably (and hopefully!) don’t act the same way as children, but in all honesty, many of us still &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; foster that same kind of mentality.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How many of us see friendship as something to use for our &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;own &lt;/i&gt;benefit and enjoyment, rather than as a means to benefit others&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt; &lt;/i&gt;and make others happy?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How many of us have dropped good friendships over the years simply because we no longer enjoyed the other person’s company?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve come to realize that, for the most part, I have viewed friendship in this way – as something to primarily benefit me and make me happy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am annoyed when I feel as if &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;I’m &lt;/i&gt;being ignored.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Irritated when a friend refuses to listen to &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;my &lt;/i&gt;advice.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hurt when he or she would rather do something else instead of hanging out with &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;me&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s a philosophy that says, “I am in this relationship for &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;my &lt;/i&gt;benefit, and I want &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;you &lt;/i&gt;to make &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;me &lt;/i&gt;feel special.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Perhaps I never think this outright, but in application, I far too often do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How many people out there have viewed friendship as a means to benefit themselves?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t imagine I am the only one.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is a simple testimony to human nature, the selfish tendency to place ourselves before others and before God.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is this tendency that has completely twisted the meaning of friendship and turned it into a self-serving, self-loving concept.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You see, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;friendship should not primarily be something we benefit from; instead, it should be an opportunity for us to benefit others by drawing them closer to God.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jesus is called a “friend” of sinners.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If Jesus were a friend of sinners according to the self-serving definition, do you think he would have stripped himself of power and glory and born the punishment for our sins so that we might have a relationship with God?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What did &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;we &lt;/i&gt;ever do for &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;him?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;He befriended us and loved us long before we ever even knew his name.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s not exactly what I would call a beneficial relationship on his part.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And yet he did it anyway, at great cost to himself, so that we might know God.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s perfectly selfless, and perfectly loving, and perfectly amazing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Christ died so that I might know God.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  So that I, a perfectly undeserving, utterly sinful human being who took no interest in Christ whatsoever, could share in Christ's glory and actually know God Almighty on a personal level.  Christ's friendship with me has given me the ultimate relationship with God.  It's amazing.  The only thing I can conclude from such an astounding fact is that my own earthly friendships should try to emulate in some small way this kind of love.  In other words, l&lt;/span&gt;ike Christ, the ultimate goal of my friendships should be to strengthen the other person's relationship with God, the only friendship that will ever bring lasting joy.  It's a simple thing to recognize, yet more often than not I find myself failing to apply this to real life.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But when you think about it, this is the only way we can become true friends, not by having a good time and enjoying each other’s company, but by building each other up and drawing one another closer to Him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Christ’s friendship with us has given us the ultimate relationship with God.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Therefore it only makes sense that the primary purpose of all other relationships should be to strengthen this ultimate relationship with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It all boils down to our worldview.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If we recognize that &lt;a href="http://end-ofthe-matter.blogspot.com/2008/05/end-of-matter.html"&gt;God is ultimately the only being in existence who can make things matter&lt;/a&gt;, then we will naturally seek to place Him at the center of all our relationships.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And if we place Him at the center of all our relationships, then it will only be natural for us to draw one another closer to Him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  And furthermore (stay with me now!)&lt;/span&gt;, if we are primarily focused on drawing one another closer to Him, then we won’t be busy sulking over bruised egos and damaged self-esteem when we are ignored, or forgotten, or taken advantage of.  Instead, we will use these moments as opportunities to imitate Christ's own love toward us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But just how many of us are this kind of friend?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7873632815996412364-2655521061882458072?l=end-ofthe-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://end-ofthe-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/2655521061882458072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7873632815996412364&amp;postID=2655521061882458072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873632815996412364/posts/default/2655521061882458072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873632815996412364/posts/default/2655521061882458072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://end-ofthe-matter.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-matters-in-friendships.html' title='What Matters in Friendships'/><author><name>Bridget Eileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262646040439220155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NKGLz7aiepM/SBTQriPnKnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_YKY-9F-fU4/S220/ClassPic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7873632815996412364.post-360495269957647748</id><published>2008-07-09T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T19:02:50.289-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timidity.'/><title type='text'>Timidity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;[I'm veering away, a little bit, from the "end of the matter" theme with this post, but I pretty much couldn't help myself.  I found this "poem" of sorts scribbled in one of my old notebooks the other day, and couldn't believe I had forgotten all about it up until a few days ago.  I thought it might be worthwhile sharing on my blog, so here it is!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;        Timidity crawls in the shadows,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not wanting to be seen or heard.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She quietly flows with the hustle and bustle,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not wanting to stick out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She does not care what she is doing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as long as she is never noticed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;When I wrote this, I was fourteen years old and passionately struggling against numerous fears and anxieties that wanted to hold me back from taking steps forward – fear of man especially.  I could feel myself being tied down by the world, tied down and stuffed into a little box called “Acceptance.”  In other words, my desire to be “accepted” was keeping me from living for God.  And when I realized this, I knew that something had to change.  I knew that if I ever wanted to be of any use in this world, I could &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; let my fears – however strong they may be – dictate my life.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So I wrote this little “poem” (if it can be called that) to describe the kind of person I did &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;want to become but &lt;b&gt;would&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;become if I allowed my fears to box me in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Timidity crawls in the shadows" &lt;/i&gt;– Do I want to be the one cowering in darkness or the one that is shining her light in dark places?&lt;span style=""&gt;   "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not wanting to be seen or heard" &lt;/i&gt;– If I am never seen or heard, then how will I ever give testimony to God’s love and grace?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;"She quietly flows with the hustle and bustle, not wanting to stick out" &lt;/i&gt;– As a Christian, I am called to flow &lt;b&gt;against&lt;/b&gt; the tide of the world, not with it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;"She does not care what she is doing as long as she is never noticed" &lt;/i&gt;– How will I ever make a difference in the world if the only thing I care about is not being noticed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;I never wrote anything to describe the kind of person I &lt;b&gt;did&lt;/b&gt; want to become because I already knew that I should be striving to be like Christ – and in my house, I can read about him just about anywhere I look!  I wanted this poem to serve as a reminder to me every time I was tempted to just timidly “blend in” with the rest of the world.  I wanted myself to read this and say, “No!  That is not who I am, and it is not who I want to be!”  I want to be like Christ, and no amount of fear, worry, or anxiety will keep me from following him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7873632815996412364-360495269957647748?l=end-ofthe-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://end-ofthe-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/360495269957647748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7873632815996412364&amp;postID=360495269957647748' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873632815996412364/posts/default/360495269957647748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873632815996412364/posts/default/360495269957647748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://end-ofthe-matter.blogspot.com/2008/07/timidity.html' title='Timidity'/><author><name>Bridget Eileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262646040439220155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NKGLz7aiepM/SBTQriPnKnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_YKY-9F-fU4/S220/ClassPic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7873632815996412364.post-5368388509512739099</id><published>2008-06-30T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T17:03:46.199-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self Esteem?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The End of the Matter'/><title type='text'>I Don't Matter?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[For those who are curious, expect a regular post on this blog at least once a month (more if possible!) but for when it's not possible, then just once.  So...this means (and if you're smart, you might have figured this out already) that if you want to save a lot of time and energy, you should only check back either at the very end or at the very beginning of each month.  Hope this helps anyone who was curious! :-D]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here’s a thought somewhat connected to the thoughts from my &lt;a href="http://end-ofthe-matter.blogspot.com/2008/05/end-of-matter.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;    If God is the only one who can make things matter, then God is ultimately the only one who matters.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And if God is the only one who matters, then I – insofar as I live for myself – don’t matter.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wait – hold on a second – did I just hear myself right?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Did I just say that &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;don’t matter?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Come on now, I couldn’t have &lt;i&gt;really &lt;/i&gt;meant that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I mean, after all, if I ever want to do anything special with my life, I have to &lt;i&gt;believe &lt;/i&gt;in myself, right?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Isn’t that what everyone says?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In order to “get to the top” and be successful, I first have to respect myself, follow my heart, and look out for “Number One.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m supposed to look deep within myself to find &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; inner worth&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;and thereby discover that &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; am capable of doing great things simply because &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;am special by my own merit.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At least, that’s what everyone tells me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Therefore, how dare I say that I don’t matter?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why…a statement like that might be bad for my self-esteem.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our whole culture revolves around self – me, my wants, my goals, my dreams, my ambitions – it’s all about living for ourselves and getting the most out of our&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;lives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are told that the answers to all of life’s problems are deep within ourselves, and consequently, nobody ever stops to think that maybe the “answer” isn’t actually &lt;i&gt;within&lt;/i&gt; us at all.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For me, one of the most difficult things I could ever do is to NOT live for myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It goes against the very grain of human nature.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We live for the things we love, and let’s face it, most of us love ourselves.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact, if you think about it, this is probably why catchy phrases like “follow your heart” and “respect yourself” are so popular – they simply encourage us to do what comes naturally.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They don’t challenge us to see ourselves for what we really are.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And what are we really?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For that matter, what am &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Am I really all that special compared to other people?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could spend my whole life living for myself, furthering my goals, following my ambitions, satisfying my desires, clamoring for everything this world has to offer, and in the end, I would just die like everyone else, and all my greed wouldn’t really seem to matter anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So here’s the question:&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do I really want to waste my life on myself?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If I live for myself, then everything I do on this earth would be pointless – my life would be a waste of breath.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It all gets back to the main point:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If God is the only one that matters, then as long as I live for myself, I don’t matter and everything I do is pointless.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s a simple logical progression.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But here’s the flipside:&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    If God is the only one that can make things matter, then God is ultimately the only one who matters.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And if God is the only one who matters, then I – &lt;b&gt;in so far as I live for God – &lt;/b&gt;do matter.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7873632815996412364-5368388509512739099?l=end-ofthe-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://end-ofthe-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/5368388509512739099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7873632815996412364&amp;postID=5368388509512739099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873632815996412364/posts/default/5368388509512739099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873632815996412364/posts/default/5368388509512739099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://end-ofthe-matter.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-dont-matter.html' title='I Don&apos;t Matter?'/><author><name>Bridget Eileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262646040439220155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NKGLz7aiepM/SBTQriPnKnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_YKY-9F-fU4/S220/ClassPic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7873632815996412364.post-5750084471143786863</id><published>2008-05-17T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T08:10:38.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The End of the Matter'/><title type='text'>The End of the Matter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[I signed up with blogger forever ago -- sometime last year -- and I truly, truly did have the *full* intent of posting lots and lots of blogs right away.  But then life got the best of me, and I pretty much forgot all about this little place until a few weeks ago.  Well, anyhow...to make a long story short, it is I who have now gotten the best of life. :-) Hence, posting blogs should be much more feasible over the next few months. :-) And so! Without further ado, here is my first blog post!  *applause*]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I read a book once, and it changed my life forever.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It revolutionized my outlook on life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not that I was actively seeking any kind of life-altering experience or anything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The book simply came to me at a time when I was just beginning to ask some of the questions that &lt;i&gt;it&lt;/i&gt; answers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In many ways, it is one of the first “philosophic” books that I was ever able to connect with personally.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m actually sitting at my laptop with a narrative copy of it right now – it’s cover is black with red lettering, and on the back it says: &lt;i&gt;“What does a man get for all the toil and anxious striving with which he labors under the sun?”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It’s the book of Ecclesiastes, for those who don’t recognize the quote.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My mom, knowing it to be my favorite book of the Bible, recently bought a single, narrative copy of it for me. *smiles*&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I first read the book years ago, apathetically flipping through the chapters, not exactly understanding what I was reading and not necessarily caring either.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I was reading, my older brother came into the room and asked me what I was doing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Reading Ecclesiastes,” I remember mumbling.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Oh really?” he said, “And what’s that about?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Oooh…” I said tentatively, “it’s about how everything in life is meaningless.” I looked at him blandly, but then, as if by a sudden spark of inspiration, I quickly added, “except with the Lord.”&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia"&gt;Suddenly, a whirlwind of meaning seemed to sweep over me, and I was dumbfounded by the fact that such a &lt;i&gt;profound&lt;/i&gt; statement could come out of &lt;i&gt;my &lt;/i&gt;mouth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Everything in life is meaningless except with the Lord.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The thought was revolutionary.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I remember staring at my brother for a short while just taking the thought in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everything in life &lt;i&gt;is &lt;/i&gt;meaningless, I thought.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is there anything in this world that is not utterly futile in the end?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People try to find meaning through any number of desperate, empty solutions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wealth, success, fame, reputation, relationships, status – but what’s the point?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s like building a castle made of sand.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s never going to last, so what’s the point of building it in the first place?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nothing in life lasts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nothing brings the satisfaction you think it should bring – so what’s the point?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why does the sun bother to rise if it’s only going to set again?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What’s the point of living if you’re only going to die?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“What does a man get for all the toil and anxious striving with which he labors under the sun?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The question suddenly took on a whole new meaning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“What will &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;get for all &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;my &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;toil and anxious striving?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had never thought of rewording the question like that, but now it just seemed natural.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That was the whole point of the book!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I looked back down at my Bible and saw for the first time what the “preacher” was trying to communicate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With my new eyes, I started from the beginning and read the entire book through again, my interest finally culminating in the last two verses:&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-family:georgia;" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;        “The end of the matter; all has been heard.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fear God and keep his commandments, for             this is the whole duty of man. For God will bring every deed into judgment, with every             secret thing, whether good or evil.”&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent"  style="margin-left: 0in; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I reread these last two verses several times before finally looking up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was the answer!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was the point!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People scramble endlessly trying to find some kind of meaning to their life, yet more often than not they fail.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Because they never look beyond themselves; they never search beyond the futility of this world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People are so busy playing with their sandcastles that they never notice the towering palace before them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But if they were just once willing to look beyond themselves and into the eternal mysteries of an immutable God, they would find a reality that is far more real and solid than anything this life could offer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent"  style="margin-left: 0in; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Everything in this world is passing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is nothing that will not fade with time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is no pleasure that will not grow stale, and no relationship that will not bring disappointment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If we want to find lasting joy, we &lt;/span&gt;must&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; find purpose in something that will not pass away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In Ecclesiastes 3:14, we read that “whatever God does endures forever; nothing can be added to it, nor anything taken from it.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God is the only thing – the only one – who is lasting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His reality is eternal, and His purposes unchanging.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent"  style="margin-left: 0in; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;As for me, my life is nothing more than dust on a chalkboard – the things I do today are just as easily erased tomorrow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What is my life in comparison to eternity?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A hundred years from now, all of my “toil and anxious striving” will amount to nothing more than a name on a gravestone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It all seems so futile.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent"  style="margin-left: 0in; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;All of these thoughts flashed through my mind in an instant as I stared at my brother in the living room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I understood it all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since that day, there have been many times in my life where I have asked myself, “What’s the point?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why should I bother?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yet it is at those times that I am driven to the words of the preacher in Ecclesiastes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nothing “under the sun” lasts – “all is vanity and a striving after wind” [Ecc.1:14].&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Without God, everything is meaningless; and yes, my life &lt;/span&gt;would be&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; completely and utterly futile if I never looked beyond what this empty world “under the sun” offers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I ever want my life to amount to something of significance, I &lt;/span&gt;need&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; to be rooted in something eternal and unchanging.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In other words, I need to be rooted in the everlasting God, for He is the only one who can make all that I do “under the sun” last in eternity.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent"  style="margin-left: 0in; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;This is, in essence, the reason why I chose to name my blog “The End of the Matter.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Solomon put it, the “end of the matter” is to “fear God and keep his commandments.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the end, this one simple truth &lt;/span&gt;really&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is &lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;all that matters, for God is the only being in existence who is capable of making what we do truly last.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I have found lasting purpose in God; and therefore, I &lt;/span&gt;know &lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;that my life will matter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;even when I am dead and gone and nobody even remembers my name.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even during my lifetime, when I am endlessly striving after some unseen goal and everything I do seems to be amounting to nothing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;God makes it matter.&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is this simple truth that has revolutionized my life and now drives the purpose behind everything I say and do – including this blog.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-family:georgia;" class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;        “The end of the matter; all has been heard.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fear God and keep his commandments, for             this is the whole duty of man. For God will bring every deed into judgment, with every             secret thing, whether good or evil.”&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Because I fear God, my life matters.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What makes &lt;b&gt;your&lt;/b&gt; life matter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7873632815996412364-5750084471143786863?l=end-ofthe-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://end-ofthe-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/5750084471143786863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7873632815996412364&amp;postID=5750084471143786863' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873632815996412364/posts/default/5750084471143786863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7873632815996412364/posts/default/5750084471143786863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://end-ofthe-matter.blogspot.com/2008/05/end-of-matter.html' title='The End of the Matter'/><author><name>Bridget Eileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07262646040439220155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NKGLz7aiepM/SBTQriPnKnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_YKY-9F-fU4/S220/ClassPic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry></feed>
