Chasing The Wind

The bible describes the path of the wicked. There's no shortage of this in these last days. As in Jesus' day, they will watch your every move to find a fault, a flaw, a mistake-in order to catch you in your words or actions. These people will set up situations to try to do just that. 

Their life revolves around how they can achieve, and party. The two go hand in hand-the work to achieve is for social status. The partying is to appease the lusts and endless pursuits of pleasure. The end-results of this party life is not talked about, but avoided. The life cycle of the wicked are like those who chase the wind. There's a poem I've written that talks about this below.

Let's go into the scriptures that talk about the life of the wicked. Isaiah gives a graphic picture of the wicked, in deed, and heart:

Isa 48:22  There is no peace, saith the LORD, unto the wicked. 

Isa 57:20-21  Isa 57:20  But the wicked are like the troubled sea, when it cannot rest, whose waters cast up mire and dirt.

Isaiah emphasizes the truth of the fate of those who live in sin and enjoy it for a season. 

In reality, they never know peace, because their minds and hands are working consistently to devise some form of corruption. Everything they touch and try to accomplish comes to nothing, because it is born from evil intentions.
Everything they accomplish becomes a millstone, a heavy burden; and the fruit of their hands comes to ruin.

Pro 4:14  Enter not into the path of the wicked, and go not in the way of evil men. 
Pro 4:15  Avoid it, pass not by it, turn from it, and pass away. 
Pro 4:16  For they sleep not, except they have done mischief; and their sleep is taken away, unless they cause some to fall. 
Pro 4:17  For they eat the bread of wickedness, and drink the wine of violence.

How many times has this proven to be true, and we've read articles, and news accounts of those who had it all-the millionaires' who seem to have everything anyone could want, but end up losing everything, go bankrupt, and many times end in violent death-because of the wickedness they have been involved in. I never envy those who seem to have everything they want-I realize that it's very likely they've been involved in some shady deals, and have ruined other people's lives to get where they are. All people with a lot of money aren't like this-but many are. 

God tells of their rewards:

Isa 3:11  Woe unto the wicked! it shall be ill with him: for the reward of his hands shall be given him.
In essence, the evil they devise for others, will turn and come back to them, multiplied.

Psalm 37 also speaks of the end of the wicked:
In the first verse we are given encouragement, and told how to respond to those who devise evil;
Psa 37:1  A Psalm of David. Fret not thyself because of evildoers, neither be thou envious against the workers of iniquity. 
Psa 37:2  For they shall soon be cut down like the grass, and wither as the green herb. 
Psa 37:3  Trust in the LORD, and do good; so shalt thou dwell in the land, and verily thou shalt be fed. 
Psa 37:4  Delight thyself also in the LORD; and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart. 
Psa 37:5  Commit thy way unto the LORD; trust also in him; and he shall bring it to pass. 
Psa 37:6  And he shall bring forth thy righteousness as the light, and thy judgment as the noonday. 
Psa 37:7  Rest in the LORD, and wait patiently for him: fret not thyself because of him who prospereth in his way, because of the man who bringeth wicked devices to pass. 
Psa 37:8  Cease from anger, and forsake wrath: fret not thyself in any wise to do evil. 
Psa 37:9  For evildoers shall be cut off: but those that wait upon the LORD, they shall inherit the earth. 
Psa 37:10  For yet a little while, and the wicked shall not be: yea, thou shalt diligently consider his place, and it shall not be. 
Psa 37:11  But the meek shall inherit the earth; and shall delight themselves in the abundance of peace. 
Psa 37:12  The wicked plotteth against the just, and gnasheth upon him with his teeth. 
Psa 37:13  The Lord shall laugh at him: for he seeth that his day is coming.

The people of God need not fret, but can rest, knowing that those who have made it their business to trouble you will get their just rewards-we need not attempt to do anything, He will exact proper justice.
Heb 9:27  And as it is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment: 

                                                         A SURE CURE FOR FRETTING
This is an acrostic psalm, grappling with the problem of the inequality of human life and the apparent failure of God to reward His servants and punish His enemies as they deserve. Life and immortality, where we know that the balance will be readjusted, had not then been brought to light, and therefore the solution was far harder before the advent of our Lord than for us.
But though the psalmist’s solution is therefore not complete, his teaching of the blessedness of absolute trust in God’s providence is very delightful. Fret not thyself; that is, do not give way to passionate resentment or bitter disappointment. Live in God; find your delight in contemplating His nature and His works; roll on Him the decision of your life-choices; trust in Him to supply all your need and work in your behalf. Be silent and rest.
How dramatically this picture of the happy, restful child of God is contrasted with the wicked and his certain doom-like barren pastures scorched by heat, or thin smoke-columns vanishing in the air! “Wait and trust."  F.B. Meyer comm.

                                                                CHASING THE WIND

The eyes begin to flutter
A beam of light hits the closed lids
It's the morning after the party last night
Funny-can't remember when it ended.

Opening the eyes, the room looks unfamiliar
A faint memory of going along to someone's else's place
"We'll pick up where we left off-my place is bigger"
We picked up and followed along-why not-we had no plans

The booze and weed had already done it's job
We were feeling no pain-and the road was our playground
Tree branches to hang the beer and wine cans on-
like Christmas ornaments
Let's see how deep we can make the ruts and skids-weaving in and out in a snake pattern as we go-Oh, what fun

Now we had more room to keep the party going-and trade toys-both games and people
What a night-it was a blast-just went from one thing
To another-some faded out-we just kept going
Long into the night-until the craving for sleep won
Funny-can't remember exactly when

The aroma of coffee seeps into the room
Yes, time to rouse the body up-get some java-and out to work
earn another payday-to have a repeat of the blast of the past
Yes, it's a rat race, a cycle without an end
The people may be different-and the toys as well-but the outcome is a sure thing

Gazing out the window-eyes focus through the beams of light
watching the branches and leaves bent from the wind-reaching forth-
as if to grasp
But, like the web of this life-reaching in futility-for eternal purpose
Striving forth-but empty handed-chasing the wind

Some images of the results of the party life...