Well, I started feeling very industrious for NaBloPoMo at the outset of this month, but unfortunately I have only managed to blog once so far. I fully intended to post something these last few days, but I have simply not had the time I feel is necessary to post anything worthwhile. I would feel lazy and as if I shortchanged myself and this blog if I just threw up one random picture or something just to meet the requirements for the blog posting challenge. If I miss a day here or there, and for good reason, I don’t take it as a personal failing. To evoke the philosophy of Scarlett O’Hara, there’s always tomorrow.
With that being said, at this past Sunday’s church service there was an Apocryphal reading from the book of Ecclesiasticus that really stuck with me when I heard it, and I felt it would be something worth sharing with others. Not only did it strike me as being very timely with the festival day, but also how appropriate that I would hear it the same day as my paternal grandfather’s memorial service. And so, here is the reading.
Ecclesiasticus 44:1-10, 13-14
Let us now sing the praises of famous men,
our ancestors in their generations.
The Lord apportioned to them great glory,
his majesty from the beginning.
There were those who ruled in their kingdoms,
and made a name for themselves by their valour;
those who gave counsel because they were intelligent;
those who spoke in prophetic oracles;
those who led people by their counsels
and by their knowledge of the people’s lore;
they were wise in their words of instruction;
those who composed musical tunes,
or put verses in writing;
rich men endowed with resources,
living peacefully in their homes –
all these were honoured in their generations,
and were the pride of their times.
Some of them have left behind a name,
so that others declare their praise.
But of others there is no memory;
they have perished as though they had never existed;
they have become as though they had never been born,
they and their children after them.
But these also were godly men,
whose righteous deeds have not been forgotten;
Their offspring will continue forever,
and their glory will never be blotted out.
Their bodies are buried in peace,
but their name lives on generation after generation.
+ K +