Life seems to pass me by so quick sometimes before I get back to my little space on the web. I am right now in Dallas SD. I had to take a guy out here for a hunting trip/ business meeting at a pheasant hunting resort. His boss offered to pay all of my expenses if I would bring them out and stay until Saturday so that I could bring them back. I took him up on it, so here I am. The quiet time after such a crazy work schedule for the last couple of weeks has been great. When I got here I realized I am now in the domain of the rich and famous. The pool table alone in the great room is worth probably half as much as our house. That along with all of the buildings and about 3000 acres of land amounts to quite a fortune. I will post some pics when I get home tomorrow so that you all can see it. As we were sitting at breakfast this morning I was listening to the guys talk and it amazes me how empty the money of the wealthy makes their lives. I know that goes against everything that we are trained to believe in our culture but it is true. Everything revolves around those pieces of paper. What a life! Would I want to trade places? Absolutely not! When they can't sleep more than a couple of hours per night, have no true friends and the family that they one had is trashed. The reason, because they spend all of their time working for paper that could be worthless overnight. Is that the picture that most of the world sees? No. They see someone that is "successful" The rich want us to believe that everything is great but deep down they know that things are not OK. Don't get me wrong, money is a necessary thing in our world but where we get into problems is when money and pleasure control our lives. You look deep into the eyes of these "successful" people and I see a emptiness there that is still there when they are having the most "fun" that money can buy. The pain is still there when the glass is empty and the "fun" is over. I think this poem fits quite well here.
"Oh the tragedy of a wasted life,
Years that are spent on sin and strife
The day's are lost and can't be reclaimed,
Hours go by like sand through a glass
Never to be reclaimed, alas
The consequences are to great
To turn aside from Christ to another fate
So amass your treasure
Where it can't be measured
So that those hours that are spent can be forever treasured.
A life lived for Christ is worth so much more both now and forever. No hangover and no empty eyes looking for pleasure.
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