Today my son, who drives a beautiful and fairly new Lexus called me to say that his battery was dead and could I come and give his car a jump start, so I drove to his office and there in the parking lot sat the shiny, black and very powerful Lexus dead as a door knob! I drove my old, red, battered van up to the front of it, connected the cables and, well you know what happened, the old red van gave the shiny black SUV a shot of energy and got it started so my son could take it and buy a new battery. It made me remember something I wrote about “everything old is new again” in the sense that “something old, helped something new again.”
The last time there was a skating competition, which I dearly love to watch, I was listening to the commentators who really seemed to know of what they were speaking! While the skaters were getting ready for their next competition the camera went to the commentators and I was surprised to see that it was two of the people I had ardently watched a few years ago! Tara Lipinski who won Olympic Gold at the age of 15 and at the age of 14 years, 9 months and 10 days, the youngest skater – by 32 days- ever to win a World Championship Figure Skating competition! She has now retired from skating competitions.
Her companion commentator was Johnny Weir who was another of the exciting skaters that I had watched, he is a Bronze medal winner and his flamboyant style caught the attention of all skating fans, also now retired and talking about how the others are skating! The young people wearing the sparkling costumes and creating standing ovations are now the behind the scenes commentators talking about other young people in sparkling costumes and earning standing ovations!
Watching them I thought of the scripture from Ecclesiastes chapter 1 where the writer gives one of the wisest speeches you will ever read. Read it and be enriched…
Smoke, nothing but smoke. [That’s what the Quester says.] There’s nothing to anything—it’s all smoke. What’s there to show for a lifetime of work, a lifetime of working your fingers to the bone? One generation goes its way, the next one arrives, but nothing changes—it’s business as usual for old planet earth. The sun comes up and the sun goes down, then does it again, and again—the same old round. The wind blows south, the wind blows north. Around and around and around it blows, blowing this way, then that—the whirling, erratic wind. All the rivers flow into the sea, but the sea never fills up. The rivers keep flowing to the same old place, and then start all over and do it again. Everything’s boring, utterly boring— no one can find any meaning in it. Boring to the eye, boring to the ear. What was will be again, what happened will happen again. There’s nothing new on this earth. Year after year it’s the same old thing. Does someone call out, “Hey, this is new”? Don’t get excited—it’s the same old story. Nobody remembers what happened yesterday. And the things that will happen tomorrow? Nobody’ll remember them either. Don’t count on being remembered.
Maybe that was the writer’s fancy way of saying “Everything old is new again” and to those of you who are facing challenges in your life right now, whose hopes are dashed, he might also be saying, “This too shall pass!”