Life is short, then you die; when it’s all said and done life is vanity, a vapor, a passing shadow, a mirage, a sojourning in a strange land, and as nothing before an eternal God. Old age reflects: What was it all about? My Sin, my Enemy, brings me to the point of puzzling over the meaning of life (more so as age creeps on).
If all is vanity and life seems meaningless anyway what am I working for, why am I anxious and worried, what am I waiting for? Aha! My hope is in God! I am nothing; He is all. My life is short; His is eternal. I am an alien in a strange land; God is my home. I exist suffocated by sin and death constantly reminding me of vanity and meaninglessness; Jesus is the only thing that is real. Lord, forgive my sin and unite me with you.
God is the meaning; Jesus is the answer. Hope is what I have today, and I possess what I hope for right now, not later maybe. Hope is present reality; Hope is substance; Hope sees the unseen. God forgives and brings me into His Presence now. And life is good.