So little reconciled

We are so little reconciled to time that we are even astonished at it. “How he’s grown!” we exclaim, “How time flies!” as though the universal form of our experience were again and again a novelty. It is as strange as if a fish were repeatedly surprised at the wetness of water. And that would be strange indeed; unless of course the fish were destined to become, one day, a land animal.

~ C.S. Lewis

What profit has the worker from that in which he labors?  I have seen the God-given task with which the sons of men are to be occupied. He has made everything beautiful in its time. Also He has put eternity in their hearts, except that no one can find out the work that God does from beginning to end.  I know that nothing is better for them than to rejoice, and to do good in their lives, and also that every man should eat and drink and enjoy the good of all his labor—it is the gift of God.

I know that whatever God does, 

      It shall be forever.
      Nothing can be added to it,
      And nothing taken from it.
      God does it, that men should fear before Him.
      That which is has already been,
      And what is to be has already been;
      And God requires an account of what is past.

Moreover I saw under the sun:

      In the place of judgment,
      Wickedness was there;
      And in the place of righteousness,
      Iniquity was there.

I said in my heart,

      “God shall judge the righteous and the wicked,
      For there is a time there for every purpose and for every work.”

~ Ecclesiastes 3:9-17