Dennis L. Peterson
Nov 30, 20182 min
Another month has flown by. It’s only 25 days until Christmas! Wasn’t it just last week that we were returning Christmas decorations to the attic? I’m realizing all too well my grandmother’s declaration that the older one gets, the faster time flies.
When Whitehead completed his calculations, he discovered that he had large blocks of time for which he could not account. I suspect that if each of us undertook to make similar calculations for how we’ve spent our time, we’d come to a similar conclusion. We never seem to have enough time, and what time we do have flies by.
Think about it.
We don’t have to chop wood to fuel our kitchen stoves. We have electric or gas stoves for instant cooking heat. And if that’s not fast enough, we can “nuke” our food in our microwave ovens. We don’t have to spend time or exert the effort to saddle a horse or hitch a team of horses to a wagon and then spend hours in the saddle or on a hard buckboard seat to reach our destination. We push a remote key and start the engine of our automobiles, which heat up or cool down for us by the time we enter it and make a quick trip in cushioned comfort. We don’t even have to visit the store to buy our groceries or other commodities. We just order whatever we want online and have it delivered to us.
Yet, we’re always complaining that we “don’t have time.” We’re always in a hurry. No time to sit and relax and talk with family members or neighbors. No time to read our Bibles and talk to God about our lives. No time to meditate or reflect or think.
Oh, I think that we have time; we just waste a lot of it on things that don’t really matter all that much in the big scheme of things. We have time (or make it) for what really matters to us.
A wise poet once declared,
Only one life; ’twill soon be past.
Only what’s done for Christ will last.