“I tell you this so that no one may deceive you by fine-sounding arguments.”
Making small talk has never been my kind of thing and it bores me rather quickly. One thing that I enjoy doing the most even in casual conversation is to develop some sort of argument. I am by no means argumentative; what I like to do is to engage in meaningful dialog.
Besides some practical functions, words should always be employed to explore meaning. Surely meaningless chatter is merely a waste of time, for it achieves no purpose except to occupy space and crowd out important things from our minds.
Meaningful conversations don’t just happen; they must be created intentionally. If we just go with the flow, our dialog will inevitably go toward the direction of least resistance, which is composed mostly of mindless talk.
We must turn to Christ for the meaning of all things, since in him “are hidden all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge.” Life is not a journey to search for a final destination and a sort of on-the-job training in which we make out the meaning of things as we travel; it’s rather a passage toward a goal that has already been predetermined. We aren’t seeking for an undetermined destination; we are merely journeying toward home.
Haven’t we all done the same thing before in our formative years when we were so idealistic and life seemed to be full of promises and we were so optimistic that we could easily carve a path that led to eternity? How many fine-sounding arguments have we formulated thus far and will continue to do so until the end? I ask.
Indeed, I have experienced them all: I have sat in the hallowed halls of a university, listening to great lectures delivered by renowned scholars and famous poets, and they might all be finely-crafted and well-argued, yet in essence they were bellowed out, full of wind, for they consisted of only knowledge generated by human invention, and there was absolutely nothing left if investigated from eternity’s perspective. They were merely words void of meaning. Yes, I have attempted to create meaning of things with poetic diction and ended trashing them all, for they embarrassed the poet himself at the second reading, and further revisions became impossible, because upon the fancy structures of words no solid foundation was found. Indeed, the emperor had no clothes.
It frightens me toward the end of my earthly ministry that the Lord seems to be handing back to me my long forsaken self and I find myself seeking meaning and exploring reality with words, and I seem to be experiencing a sense of aimless wandering, rather similar to what I have experienced before.
Thursday, July 19, 2018 7:38:00 AM