"Meaningless! Meaningless!" says the Teacher. "Utterly meaningless! Everything is meaningless."
With such a cheery declaration, so begins one of my favourite books in the bible. The basic thrust of the book is that 'all of life is meaningless, useless, hollow, futile and vain if not rightly related to God' (NIV study bible).
So Liz is ironing yet again and the dishes have been washed up, again. Zoe's school shoes were beautifully polished this morning, and now they need to be done again. I have spent today decorating, knowing it will all need doing again, much sooner than I would like.
Ecclesiastes talks about and makes sense of life's constant repetition.
Yes, we want kids growing up in a tidy home and for them to look presentable. But the routine and the mundane of life only makes sense when you consider who it is we serve.