All men are like grass – 1Peter 1:9

All men are like grass, and their glory like the flowers of the field;
the grass withers and the flowers fall but the Word of the Lord stands forever. 1 Peter 1:9

We are here on this earth for a moment. Some will stand for ninety years. Others can be gone in twenty. Working as a nurse within palliative care, I see the old and the young taken, there is no discrimination, death can come when we least expect it.  No one knows when their time is up. Only God knows. The eternal Higher Power that sees all men as mist. Here today and gone tomorrow.

What then do men chase in their short lives? What glory do they seek?

flowerSome men strive to make a name for themselves, their legacy stands in towering buildings, large corporations, sporting success or earthly wealth. Yet when they are gone most are forgotten before the turn of the century. Their buildings crumble, their wealth handed to others, their gold medals worthless. Their glory is like the flowers of the field. The petals fall to the ground each blossom has its cycle.

As young men we relish our physical strength. The strength that comes of our youth. We celebrate our lives, our loves, our ambitions. If we mature, we raise families. We build homes. We settle down. Even in these pursuits – one day they all disappear – the grass withers. How often I have heard the elderly lament at the loss of their physical strength. Boasting of their once powerful biceps. They have withered and now gone. That which they prised has been taken away from them. Their body withers like the grass of the field. So to does all of humanity.

To live for something more than ourselves seems fitting. Meaning – Purpose – Destiny.  We are much more than mere atoms randomly mutating. Man is far greater than this. We live in a universe that displays great intricacy in its design. Design points to a Designer.

The Designer’s Word lasts forever. His Word is eternal. For His Word, men have willingly died, given their all and followed a higher calling. Their glory is assured in Him. No longer grass or flowers of the field, here today and gone tomorrow. Rather, those that followed, received the right to be adopted as sons of a living God. A legacy that never ends. An inheritance beyond comprehension. A hope that never fails.

Where is your glory?