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Ecclesiastes 12:1-7

October 2, 2026

“Remember also your Creator in the days of your youth, before the evil days come and the years draw near of which you will say, “I have no pleasure in them”; before the sun and the light and the moon and the stars are darkened and the clouds return after the rain, in the day when the keepers of the house tremble, and the strong men are bent, and the grinders cease because they are few, and those who look through the windows are dimmed, and the doors on the street are shut—when the sound of the grinding is low, and one rises up at the sound of a bird, and all the daughters of song are brought low—they are afraid also of what is high, and terrors are in the way; the almond tree blossoms, the grasshopper drags itself along, and desire fails, because man is going to his eternal home, and the mourners go about the streets—before the silver cord is snapped, or the golden bowl is broken, or the pitcher is shattered at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern, and the dust returns to the earth as it was, and the spirit returns to God who gave it.” Ecclesiastes 12:1-7

By the last chapter the Preacher has told us that nearly everything under the sun is vapor — work, wealth, learning, pleasure, all of it slipping through the hand that reaches. Now, closing the book, he offers one last counsel, and it turns on timing. Remember also your Creator — not eventually, not once the accounts are settled, but in the days of your youth, before the evil days come. He is not trying to sober the young out of their gladness; a chapter earlier he told the young man to walk in the ways of his heart and the sight of his eyes (11:9), and remembering the Creator is the one thing that keeps that gladness from souring, because it takes the weight off our own schedule and lays it on his.

Then he shows us what the waiting looks like. The body becomes a house in disrepair. The keepers of the house — the hands — tremble. The strong men — the legs — bend. The grinders — the teeth — go few. The windows — the eyes — dim, and the street goes quiet because the ears no longer catch birdsong. (Some read a literal house in decline, others a funeral; we take the old allegorical reading, since the Preacher's own summary is a body.) We keep this chapter filed under someone else's future. The Preacher will not let us.

Then the house comes down. The dust returns to the earth as it was. But the spirit returns to God who gave it — an assertion, not a hedge. It says where the spirit goes, though not that it goes well; returning to the God who gave it is not yet the same as going upward (3:21).

What stands behind that verse is a risen Christ. He met the end in the days of his youth. The sun darkened. The pitcher shattered at the fountain. The dust of a grave. Not every clause — his body never saw corruption, and he never lived to watch the eyes dim or the grinders grow few — but enough of them. He went down into the death these verses are walking toward and came back, carrying our youth and our decline both. So for those who are his, the silver cord, when it snaps, snaps into the Father's hands and not into vapor.

“Resolved, to think much on all occasions of my own dying, and of the common circumstances which attend death.”

— Jonathan Edwards · Resolutions, No. 9

Edwards opened his Resolutions by owning that he could do nothing without God's help, begging grace to keep any of them. Only then did he resolve to think much, on all occasions, of his own dying. So the long look at death arrives inside the asking — a request before it is a discipline. That is the thought the Preacher wants kept daily rather than saved for the deathbed, and we can hold it daily only because the end it looks at is already held. Remembering our Creator is only our answer to having been remembered.