Wednesday. [Heb. 5:11-6:8; Luke 21:5-7, 10-11, 20-24]

           The disciples were remarking the Lord about the beauty of the temple building and its utensils, but He answered, The days will come, in which there shall not be left one stone upon another, that shall not be thrown down. This is a caption to go under all the beauty of this world. In appearance it seems durable and immortalized; but on the next day you look, and all will be as though it never was—the beauty withers, the strength is drained, the fame dwindles, minds are overcome, and clothes are worn out. Everything carries within itself a destroying power, which does not lie like an undeveloped seed, but is inherent unceasing activity, and everything flows to its own end. The fashion of this world passeth away (I Cor. 7:31) Surely man walketh about like a phantom… He layeth up treasure, and knoweth not for whom he shall gather it (Ps. 38:7–8). While we just keep rushing around vainly, are caught in cares, and there is no end to our cares. We encounter constant lessons around us, but we do everything our own way, as though we are blind and see nothing. And it is correct to say we are blind, or blinded; we do not await an end either to ourselves or to anything surrounding us or controlling us. And what else? Arranging our surroundings as we see fit, we are certain that we stand firmly, as on a rock, when actually it is more like we were standing in a bog, just about to sink down. But we do not feel this, and we give ourselves over to careless delight in passing things, as though they must always remain. Let us pray that the Lord open the eyes of our mind; and let us see everything not as it seems, but as it is.

Wednesday. [Heb. 5:11-6:8; Luke 21:5-7, 10-11, 20-24]

           The disciples were remarking the Lord about the beauty of the temple building and its utensils, but He answered, The days will come, in which there shall not be left one stone upon another, that shall not be thrown down. This is a caption to go under all the beauty of this world. In appearance it seems durable and immortalized; but on the next day you look, and all will be as though it never was—the beauty withers, the strength is drained, the fame dwindles, minds are overcome, and clothes are worn out. Everything carries within itself a destroying power, which does not lie like an undeveloped seed, but is inherent unceasing activity, and everything flows to its own end. The fashion of this world passeth away (I Cor. 7:31) Surely man walketh about like a phantom… He layeth up treasure, and knoweth not for whom he shall gather it (Ps. 38:7–8). While we just keep rushing around vainly, are caught in cares, and there is no end to our cares. We encounter constant lessons around us, but we do everything our own way, as though we are blind and see nothing. And it is correct to say we are blind, or blinded; we do not await an end either to ourselves or to anything surrounding us or controlling us. And what else? Arranging our surroundings as we see fit, we are certain that we stand firmly, as on a rock, when actually it is more like we were standing in a bog, just about to sink down. But we do not feel this, and we give ourselves over to careless delight in passing things, as though they must always remain. Let us pray that the Lord open the eyes of our mind; and let us see everything not as it seems, but as it is.