I’M TAKING A HOLIDAY.
I’ll tell you why.
If the writer of Ecclesiastes had lived in Nashville, he might have put it this way:
“Work your fingers to the bone. Whadda ya get? Boney fingers. Boney fingers.”
That was actually the late Hoyt Axton’s song.
It doesn’t sound all that much less inspired than Ecclesiastes:
- “What’s the point of working your fingers to the bone if you hand over what you worked for to someone who never lifted a finger for it?” (Ecclesiastes 2:21, The Message).
- “So what good is wealth—except perhaps to watch it slip through your [boney] fingers!” (Ecclesiastes 5:11, NLT).
- “I concluded there is nothing better than to be happy and enjoy ourselves as long as we can. And people should eat and drink and enjoy the fruits of their labor, for these are gifts from God” (Ecclesiastes 3:12-13, NLT).
Thanks be to God there’s a time for every activity under heaven.
This is my time to enjoy.
Not that I don’t enjoy working, mind you. I do.
But my fingers are feeling a might boney.
Back at you when June rises, Lord willing.