Of Theology and Fortune Cookies

My fortune from today’s lunch reads...

“There are no bad days; some are just better than others.”

Generally speaking, I have lived the sort of life where this has largely been true. Yet, I know others have faced great hardship, pain, and tragedy. So too might I before I pass from this earth. I do not, therefore, wish to trivialize the theology, or the reality, of bad days. What might King Solomon have said if he had cracked open my cookie today?

Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8 (KJV)

1 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

2 A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

3 A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;

4 A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

5 A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

6 A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

7 A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

8 A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

9 What profit hath he that worketh in that wherein he laboureth?

10 I have seen the travail, which God hath given to the sons of men to be exercised in it.