My friend’s grandfather had a big barn. In that barn was a pen containing a young bull. My friends and I decided a certain individual should attempt to imitate a bronco rider. We needed to hold the calf until the rider got on its back. When we let go, what followed provided some excitement.
This activity wasn’t appreciated by the animal and, in short order, not by the rider either. On top of that, if we had been caught, we would have been in deep kimchi. Needless to say, it wasn’t about the calf or the rider, but it was about whatever it took to kill some time and provide pleasure for us. That’s just the way life was.
This is how the smartest man in the world lived before he came to his senses.
Whatever my eyes desired I did not keep from them. I did not withhold my heart from any pleasure, For my heart rejoiced in all my labor; And this was my reward from all my labor.
This man was allowed to do whatever came to his mind. He had both the finances and the opportunity. Solomon became a mess much like that would-be bronco rider who found himself lying in that fresh, yellow and green manure pile.
God’s plans for us are much better than where our imaginations could lead us.
Think about it.
Gary