Time's A Wasting?

 

Friday evening, August 1, 2008
That is correct; it is August 1, 2008! How can time be passing so quickly? But then, what is time, when you have been given Eternal Life? Yes, I am well-aware that we all live within the parameters of "time" but do we have to live, as if we are its slave? As I sit here in my office, looking through one of the windows, the small lake is as still as a mirror and the leaves on the trees are just as still, as if they are posing for the sun to paint them a multitude of shades of green. In fact, everything is still and quiet; it is as if every created thing is standing at full attention waiting on Someone to give it direction, to tell it what to do next. For the moment, it seems like time is standing still; however, I know better. I have lived too long to be so easily fooled.
Just now, a white crane is making her way along the banks of the small lake, slowly, ever so slowly, searching for food, for supper, and then, without notice, she flies to the other side, slowly landing on the green lush shoreline to continue her search. No hurry. No fretting. Just being what she was created to be—nothing more, nothing less. Then it happens: she catches her prey and flies away for the night. I get the feeling that she knows better than I that her Creator will take care of her every need. To be sure, she is, certainly, no slave to time! Much to the contrary, time is her slave; she makes time work for her, not the other way around.
Why do we humans have to mess things up so badly? Why do we insist on living at the speed of light? Why can't we understand that we miss most of life, when we are traveling so fast? It is as if we think we are wasting precious time, when we sit and wait and watch. Don't we remember how much time Jesus spent sitting, watching, and waiting—just being still. There is not one account of Jesus racing around like "a chicken with his head cut off," trying to keep the next appointment—not one! He didn't even get in a hurry when His close friend was dying and needed Him! Surely, we do not think He was wasting precious time.
And then, as if out of nowhere, the entire scene is interrupted: a foursome comes racing around the cart path, as if a bear were chasing them, attempting to finish 18 holes before dark! Frogs leap into the water, turtles fall off the log, and a hoot owl hoots! Go figure! I can promise you this: they will barely remember (if that) playing the last three holes, which makes me wonder why they took the time to play in the first place. I guess they have a church meeting to attend and they cannot afford to miss the "brownie" points.
There really is a time for everything and NOW is the time to let time work for you, rather than you working for it, even being its slave. Stop, wait, be still and know that He is God! Truthfully, there is no other way.