As I carried multiple piles of folded laundry to the various corners of the house, I passed by 3 small pictures propped up against the wall in the hallway. We have lived in this house for 2 ½ years and I have still not hung those pictures. As missionaries we live our lives in 4-year segments: on the field 4 years, home 1 year raising funds. Since we only have 18 months left in this cycle, those pictures will likely stay leaning against the wall instead of being hung.
I sigh when I think about how temporary our life feels. As a mom, nothing I do stays done permanently. I make food; the children are hungry again 4 hours later. All week long I clean the house; then I start over again on Monday. I wash and fold laundry; by bedtime there is another load to wash (I’ve thought about ordering everyone to be nude for a day or two just to give me a break, but only my youngest would comply.) Nothing stays done.
As a teacher, I can teach a whole year only to start over in the same book next year and reteach the same material. As a missionary, we can raise funds only to have the account empty to zero each month. We teach the basics of leadership and discipleship over and over and over again because kids keep graduating and a new batch comes along. Nothing stays done.
One time I asked my dental hygienist what attracted her to this job (because frankly you couldn’t pay me enough to clean someone’s teeth!) She said, “Nothing in my life stays done. But when I clean someone’s teeth, I can look at that and say, ‘there, it’s done.’” In my mind I was thinking, it’s only done until the guy eats his next meal, but I guess she doesn’t see that.
My point is, this feeling of life being temporary seems to be universal. Don’t go reading Ecclesiastes when you’re in this mood. Solomon was in a dark mood when he penned the words, “Meaningless!! Everything under the sun is a meaningless chasing after the wind.” And it’s true, sometimes.
Life can feel temporary and meaningless. My dad grew up in a dysfunctional home with an alcoholic and often suicidal mother. She served dinner on paper plates. To this day, my dad hates eating on paper plates because it reminds him of how temporary life felt as a child. I guess his paper plates are my unhung pictures.
And this is the very reason that I can’t imagine doing anything with my life except serving the Lord. Only what is done for the Kingdom of God has eternal significance. Why build another kingdom here on this temporary earth when you could be investing your energies in something that will last forever? The Bible says, “Lay up for yourselves treasures in Heaven where moth and rust do not destroy and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.”