I heard a this song from my old song connections, and i find the tune very nice. So i started to look for the lyrics of this song. It was written by Don McLean and the real title of the song is “Vincent” it is a tribute to Vincent Van Gogh, and many of the his artwork is represented in the song. He is regarded as one of history’s greatest painters and an important contributor to the foundations of modern art.

Incidentally, Van Gogh was suffering from mental disorder frequently all the days of his life. Finally, he died by a shooting himself with a revolver.

according to Wikipedia
“27 July 1890, aged 37, he walked into a field and shot himself in the chest with a revolver. He survived the impact and managed to walk back to the Ravoux Inn. He died there two days later. Theo rushed to be at his side. Theo reported his brother’s last words as “La tristesse durera toujours” (the sadness will last forever).”

Hmm as I was reading up on him suddenly this demotivating poster i saw kind of really make alot of sense

“Creativity: Helps artists die young, miserable, and penniless- so their art can have meaning to the old, satisfied, and obscenely rich.”

This is especially true because after his death, everyone liked Vincents artwork. And as I was about it, it makes me wonder what is the value of life.

Sometimes people of the world take pride in “power and authority” , “money” and fame. And people thinks that it is what they leave behind as a legacy that brings value in their life. But how many people remember the great work that they have accomplished?

In the bible, there was a very wise king known as King Solomon, he had all the power , authority, money and fame. This is what the bible describes King Solomon in 1 Kings 10:14-29. This is a summary of it

1. Power
a. 1400 Chariots, 12 000 Horsemen

2. Riches
a. 666 talents of gold yearly
b. A throne made of Wood overlaid with Gold
c. Fleets to Tarshish (Spain) bringing in exotic goods

3. Fame
a. The whole world sought the presence of Solomon to hear his wisdom
b. Bring him gifts every year when they visited him

Yet a fine man like Solomon claimed this as “Vanities of Vanities” as he wrote the book of Ecclesiastes in his old age. He called this “grasping after the wind” and emptiness.

Indeed, when you give your youth and strength to the world, when you bring in profits and everything that the world wanted. They are often willing to give you all the applause, and adoration. But when you are old and worn out, with nothing to give the world, they will put you aside and find new heroes to hero worship.

Of course this doesn’t mean that Christians should not work hard to perfect what they are doing. But rather, it teaches Christians not to love the world and not to put everything that we have to the world.

So.. how can man have an eternal value? Let us look at what Elder John said

“Do not love the world or anything in the world. If anyone loves the world, love for the Father is not in them. For everything in the world-the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life-comes not from the Father but from the world. The world and its desires pass away, but whoever does the will of God lives forever.” – Apostle John (1 John 2:15-17)

Let us asked ourselves, where are great empires in the world? Where is Alexander the Great? Julius Caesar? Where is Qin Shi Huang who built the great wall of china? Where is the great Emperor Constantine who build Hagia Sophia? Where is Pharaoh Khufu who built the great Pyramids?

Man often like to glorify himself, just like what King Nebuchadnezzar said “Is not this great Babylon, which I have built by my mighty power as a royal residence and for the glory of my majesty?” Yet it is at that time God reduced his glory to one of an animal.

So, as you look at the lives of famous people like Van Gogh, let us once again ponder over the value of life. Let us learn to work hard, but never lose our direction, that our ultimate value lies in that heavenly city, where we will dwell together with God forever. That surpasses all human achievements. There are times in our lives that we suffer afflictions for that believe, and just like all famous people, our physical body ages, and one day we will also die. But as we are going through this process let us remind ourselves of what is to come. Just as what Paul mention here

“Therefore we do not lose heart. Even though our outward man is perishing, yet the inward man is being renewed day by day. For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, is working for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory, while we do not look at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen. For the things which are seen are temporary, but the things which are not seen are eternal.” – Paul ( 2 Cor 4:16-18)

but nonetheless lets read this lyric together.

Title: Vincent (AKA Starry Starry Night)
Artist Don McLean

Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer’s day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they’ll listen now.

Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they’ll listen now.

For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.

Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget.
Like the strangers that you’ve met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they’re not listening still.
Perhaps they never will…