I’m all for young people dreaming big dreams. Go out and change the world. Make a difference. Discover a cure for cancer. Write a best-selling novel. Become president. But remember, your “glory” (and mine) will not last. Your great accomplishments will fall away–either in your lifetime, or in a generation, or at the end of all things.
No one will care about your GPA and SAT scores in ten years. If you win a state championship, you’ll be forgotten the next year you don’t. Your beauty will get wrinkles and trim figure plump. Write a great book and it will gather dust in a library some day. Have a big famous church, it won’t last forever. Be an important person in your field, you still be unknown to over 6 billion people in the world. Build an amazing house, it will crumble some day, if it doesn’t go into foreclosure first. All of our achievements and successes are destined to be like dead grass and faded flowers.
But…the word of our God stands forever.
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No one will care about your GPA and SAT scores in ten years. If you win a state championship, you’ll be forgotten the next year you don’t. Your beauty will get wrinkles and trim figure plump. Write a great book and it will gather dust in a library some day. Have a big famous church, it won’t last forever. Be an important person in your field, you still be unknown to over 6 billion people in the world. Build an amazing house, it will crumble some day, if it doesn’t go into foreclosure first. All of our achievements and successes are destined to be like dead grass and faded flowers.
The comedian David O’Doherty tells a story about his brother Mark Doherty, buying a computer. Until a few years ago Mark Doherty was a stand-up too, and like many others he supplemented his income by doing voice-overs. Knowing nothing about computers, he put the introductory CD into the machine. A helpful voice began to guide him through installation. It was his voice. He had recorded the voice-over a year before, and now a guy who knew nothing about computers was listening to himself telling him how to do it.
I woke up this morning with my head at the other end of the bed, still under my covers and with my feet on my pillows. Not only was it bizarrely disorienting waking up with a different view of my bedroom it also took me a while to process how I got there.
I love Wimbledon. For a start, the place is my home town. The tennis is pretty great too!
The other interest that it holds for me this year is that my sister is working there. It’s not for the first time either as in 2003 and 2004 she was a ball girl there. I got to learn about what you have to do and I have to say it changes the TV coverage quite a bit when you’re annoyed that they are showing the players too much and that there’s not enough of the ball boys and girls! She even 