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Lessons from Ecclesiastes: How to Be a Happy Human Being

Please read from the Bible: Ecclesiastes Ch.2: 10-11, 24-26; Ch.3: 11-15; and Ch.5: 18-20.

God has made everything beautiful in its time. He also revealed to humans the notion of eternity. Thus, it is better for mankind to know that there is nothing better for us to strive for than to be happy and to do good while living on earth. Eat, drink and do good things with whatever God has blessed you with. That’s truly a gift from God.

If God gives any man wealth and prosperity, it’s important for him to enjoy them and be thankful for them. God can keep a heart with gladness and peace, in much the same way that He can give a man riches. Thus, man has to learn how God gives to his people, and then follow God’s Kingdom of Grace and also share some of his God given gifts with the poor and needy. The more you give, the more you will be blessed.

One thing is very clear in my heart: there is nothing so important and valuable in this world than to live your life happy and to share your love and kindness with others. In summary:
  • We need to be happy with what we have.
  • We need to live closer to God.
  • Learn day-by-day.
  • Make sure you carry goodness in your heart without being judgemental.
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