Millions of cars are replaced each year. Faster, newer models replace the old cars that we once held dear. How many vehicles have you been through?
Where do the old cars go? Some are recycled. Others end up in any one of thousands of junkyards scattered across the nation.
These junkyards hold a little of everything Tractors without wheels, cement trucks, busses gutted and left with only rotting frames. Old sedans and pickup trucks litter the landscape, hoping that there is some something good that can be salvaged.
Except for the wind that sways through the overgrown weeds, these junkyards are usually places of eerie silence. What once roared with power is muted. Thousands upon thousands of potential horsepower now lay in frozen impotence. What once pulled and pushed and hauled and rattled now became an ugly backdrop to the busy world that surrounds it.
This scene leads to some unsettling introspection. All of this power is now useless. If our greatest achievements as man are destined for the junk heap, what then will become of me?
Is all of life but utter foolishness? Will I live my life in power and strength and mission only to end up being used for spare parts? Will I work and labor and live for what is right, only to rot away in a grave? Solomon asked the same questions .
May my life hold lasting significance.
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