How many live for that poor body of theirs which so soon must moulder back to the dust!
To dress,
to adorn themselves,
to catch the glance of the admirer's eye,
to satisfy public taste,
to follow fashion surely a more frivolous object in life never engrossed an immortal soul!
It seems as strange as if an angel should be gathering daisies or blowing soap bubbles!
An immortal spirit living to dress the body,
to paint the face,
to dye the hair,
to display a ribbon,
to show off a pin; is this the pursuit of an immortal being?
Yet tens of thousands live for little else!
As for earth's most lovely ones, how do time, and death, and the worm together, make havoc of them!
Take up yonder skull, just upturned by the sexton's careless spade, and take it to the yonder beauty, and tell her, though she paints her face an inch thick, to this complexion she must come at last!
All her dressing shall end in a shroud, and all her makeup and her dainty ornaments shall only make her the sweeter morsel for the worm!
Beloved friends, there is another life beyond this fleeting existence! Why then, do you waste your time and degrade your souls with these frivolities?
[Charles H. Spurgeon]
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1 Timothy 4:8 ... For bodily exercise profiteth little: but godliness is profitable unto all things, having promise of the life that now is, and of that which is to come.
Isaiah 40:8 ... The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: but the word of our God shall stand for ever.
Psalm 90:12 ... So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom. ❤
