December 26: Meeting the Teacher

Read 1 Kings 3:1-28

As our kids were growing up, meeting their teachers every year was a tense time for them and for us. “Who is she?” “What is he like?” “Will the person be a good match for our kids?” “Will he set the bar too low?” “Will she be too demanding?” Those were just some of the questions we found ourselves asking internally each year.

As we launch this new series focused on the Old Testament book of Ecclesiastes, we find ourselves needing to “meet the teacher.” Teacher is the way the NIV Bible translates the word qoholeth, the word the author, Solomon, uses seven times in the book in referring to himself.

So, who was this teacher, Solomon?

  • He was a son of David, born to him through Bathsheba (2 Sam. 12:24).
  • He followed David on the throne over Israel (1 Kings 2:10-12).
  • He had been promised the privilege of building the temple that David envisioned (1 Chronicles 17).
  • He walked with God and loved Him (1 Kings. 3:3).
  • He was a man of compromise, as he married foreign women and sacrificed on pagan altars (1 Kings 3:1-4).

While all of those describe who this teacher was, there was still a moment in his life that came to define him. Early in Solomon’s reign as king, God made him an amazing offer not unlike that of the mythical genie in a bottle, “Your wish is my command.”

So what did Solomon request? What would you have requested? Knowing the humanly impossible task before him of leading a nation, the new king asked for wisdom. And, true to His promise, God gave that to him . . . and more. He gave Solomon unsurpassed wisdom and wealth, honor, and a long life.

In spite of all that Solomon had at his fingertips, Ecclesiastes is a poetic account of this man’s search for and pursuit of true purpose and satisfaction in life. Where is that found? The teacher researches that for us and, in these twelve chapters, reports on his findings.

Have you found real purpose and satisfaction in life? Join us as we disclose what Solomon discovered.


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