If only I had never come to be, but had been carried from the womb to the grave.I should have been as though I had not been. I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
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… he kind of likes this tune. He'll keep singing this tune for several verses to come. I would have been as though I had not, oh, that I had perished and no, I had seen me. I would have been as though I had not been. I would have been carried from the womb to the grave. If I would have just been stillborn, I would have immediately gone from womb to tomb, and it would just save me a lot of grief. Ever look at a tombstone? I love going to graveyards. I know it sounds kind of goofy, but I love especially old European graveyards. I love to read the tombstones, because some people will write all about, you know, different things about the person, but I always notice it will have a person's name, the date of their birth, and then what? A dash and the date of their death. Their entire life reduced down to a dash. The question is, what do you do with that dash? How do you spend that dash? That is a choice you and I have to make. It is just a dash. It goes by lickety-split. What will you and I do with that dash? Are not my days few, verse 20? Cease. Stop. Leave me alone, that I may take a little comfort before I go to the place from which I shall not return to the land of darkness and the shadow of death, a land as dark as darkness itself, as the shadow of death, without any order, …
… and never having been seen I should have been as though I had not been carried from womb to tomb why isn't that a great way to put it you know that was in the Bible when I first read that several years ago, I thought what a perfect slogan for a church and its ministry from womb to tomb. We minister from womb to tomb. Boy, then I looked at the context and I thought, yikes, I don't want to do that. That's nothing. it's like you'll sometimes see in a graveyard etched on tombstones a little sleep, a little slumber a little folding of the hands to rest and it'll say proverbs or it'll say sleep well darling or whatever on the stone and I appreciate that but when you check out Proverbs 6.10 you realize that is addressing the sluggard the lazy slobs sleeping late refusing to wake up, to get involved, and it says at the end of that same section, your poverty will come like a vagabond. …
… Would that I had died and no eye had seen me. I should have been as though I had not been carried from womb to tomb. the words of a broken man. If you have ever been there, you can identify. If not, perhaps today's message will prepare you for a time when that may come to you. Would you bow with me for prayer, please? it is easy our father to feel distant from the one we worship due to your silence we are so accustomed to face-to-face encounters to dialogue everything from shallow talk shows all the way to a dinner table discussion and deep, insightful talk with close friends and family. But with you, we've never heard your voice. We've never seen your face. We therefore, at times, struggle, we confess to you. And in this faith kind of relationship, we are left to trust. and that is as it should be. That is as it should be. And so, our Father, we say with the songwriter that we need a rock that is higher than we, one in whom we can hide. …