November 28-A, 2022

Two Ducks Flying 07 Oil Paint Rendered — The Bog Garden, Greensboro, North Carolina
Meaning is ours to know
when we see it.

No one can tell us what is meaningful,
or for how long.

We are the sole authority in the matter.

And if our life is low on meaning,
it is because we are not doing our job.
We are not living in the search for meaning.
We are not ascribing a high-enough priority to meaning.
We are letting meaning go untended,

We should know better.

What is life without meaning?

Toast without jelly--
or fig preserves. 

We have to give meaning
its much-deserved highest place
in our life.

Bestowing upon it our fealty,
our liege loyalty
and filial devotion,
and living unwavering in its service
through all our days upon the earth.

Failing to do so 
is the Unforgivable Sin.
Perhaps, worse.

Published by jimwdollar

I'm retired, and still finding my way--but now, I don't have to pretend that I know what I'm doing. I retired after 40.5 years as a minister in the Presbyterian Church USA, serving churches in Louisiana, Mississippi and North Carolina. I graduated from Austin Presbyterian Theological Seminary, in Austin, Texas, and Northwestern State University in Natchitoches, Louisiana. My wife, Judy, and I have three daughters and five granddaughters within about twenty minutes from where we live--and are enjoying our retirement as much as we have ever enjoyed anything.

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