....that's what matters.
What matters? Money? Brand name clothing? Home decorating? The best looking garden? a good paying job? Education? Pleasure? Endless activities?
Or maybe relationships? Giving? Caring? Sharing Christ?
Someone quoted Pink Floyd lyrics this morning on FB. One of my favorite songs by Pink Floyd is called Black Book.
What matters? Money? Brand name clothing? Home decorating? The best looking garden? a good paying job? Education? Pleasure? Endless activities?
Or maybe relationships? Giving? Caring? Sharing Christ?
Someone quoted Pink Floyd lyrics this morning on FB. One of my favorite songs by Pink Floyd is called Black Book.
[Roger Waters]
I've got a little black book with my poems in.
Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in.
When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in.
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on.
Got those swollen hand blues.
I've got thirteen channels of **** on the T.V. to choose from.
I've got electric light.
And I've got second sight.
I've got amazing powers of observation.
And that is how I know
When I try to get through
On the telephone to you
There will be nobody home.
I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm.
And the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favorite satin shirt.
I've got nicotine stains on my fingers.
I've got a silver spoon on a chain.
I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.
I've got wild staring eyes.
And I've got a strong urge to fly.
But I've got nowhere to fly to.
Ooooh, Babe. When I pick up the phone
There's still nobody home.
I've got a pair of Gohills boots
And I've got fading roots.
I've got a little black book with my poems in.
Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in.
When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in.
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on.
Got those swollen hand blues.
I've got thirteen channels of **** on the T.V. to choose from.
I've got electric light.
And I've got second sight.
I've got amazing powers of observation.
And that is how I know
When I try to get through
On the telephone to you
There will be nobody home.
I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm.
And the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favorite satin shirt.
I've got nicotine stains on my fingers.
I've got a silver spoon on a chain.
I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.
I've got wild staring eyes.
And I've got a strong urge to fly.
But I've got nowhere to fly to.
Ooooh, Babe. When I pick up the phone
There's still nobody home.
I've got a pair of Gohills boots
And I've got fading roots.
In short. He was grappling with the fact that all he had, was stuff that did not matter.
Have you wrestled with this? Are you beaten down with the temporary? Are you able to see what is temporary? Or are you consumed?
What matters to you?
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