And time is moving on — steadily and swiftly. But it seems to do so only when you think about it.
“Time and tide wait for no man,” says the ancient proverb attributed to Chaucer, but known to predate the English language. The proverb seems to say, “Make your decision today; don’t delay.” Time nor tide waits for a man. Carpe Diem! Seize the day. “Time and tide…,” has been on my mind for a few days now.
What is it with this quirky medium “time?” “Like sands through the hour glass; so are the days of our lives,” goes the soap opera jingle from days past. This seems truthful, but rings fatalistic as well? Contemplating time is like contemplating the meaning of life, and is intriguing, is it not?
Sand through an hour glass is a reasonably good analogy of time and our lives. You can’t stop them nor affect their speed.They flow constantly and at a predetermined speed until they are all fallen — their dance with physics and their race complete.
You can easily ignore this time passage, constant and rhythmic as it is, and constantly squander time. Or you can be aware of life’s brevity and end — and seize the day. Be more purposeful in how you spend your days and your life.
It seems the second option is more challenging and maybe more rewarding. To seize the day is to face the reality that life is short and death is certain. And to value the gift of life with it’s allotted duration and opportunities.
The Bible says more than a few insightful things about time and the gift of life — including the best way to steward it, view it, and approach it. It would behoove us all to search those things out.
My personal philosophy of time lately can be summed up in the short phrase, “Only two days are important; today and that day.” This seems especially clear when you’re likely in the last three or four, five-year chapters of your life.
Twenty-four years ago yesterday in a special moment of time, it seemed the Lord gave me some clarity of vision and inspiration about the issues involved, and I wrote the following poem, while my wife’s mother entered the next dimension of time. I pray it’s insightful and enriching in some way for you.
August thirty-one, under a warm delta sun,
Small clouds moving with a gentle breeze,
That’s what my natural eye sees.
People in this small delta town are scurrying ‘round.
Some are fast… some are slow.
It seems so purposeless though.
Mom lies still in ICU while medical folk do all they can do.
She’s peaceful now, the end seems near.
She’s constantly attended by those she holds dear.
It’s a helpless feeling to the natural mind,
To see her breathing in labored strife;
To ponder the meaning of this earth life.
Scary, confusing, this can be,
The Preacher has called it “vanity”.
There’s a feeling too, I cannot chide,
It’s a deep, deep peace I feel inside.
Like Elisha’s servant, I gaze the skies,
This time I open my spiritual eyes.
I sense the King – His presence so near.
There is no panic, no pain, no fear.
She’s resting? Responding? Kind of asleep?
Things are subtly changing,
There’s an appointment to keep.
A big cloud appears – refreshing rain falls down.
It’s cooler, clearer now – pleasant all around.
Inside her room, on the second floor,
Things are changing – maybe more?
Feelings fragile, emotions strained,
This time’s a humbling and fearful thing.
But in these hours – peace has moved in.
There’s been humor, love, even some grins?
The King’s spirit of comfort invades all our parts.
Friends come and go, sharing love, heart to heart.
These events, while connected, are quite side by side,
The most significant thing –
The King comes for His bride!
If you do not know, His bride is the church.
Folks like us; He’s saved in a lurch.
Friends and believers, The King holds us quite dear,
Truth hard to believe, yet brings us much cheer.
Truth hard to swallow, it cuts like a knife.
He said it and proved it, as He laid down His life.
Back on the floor, distant thunder is heard.
Time seems to slow …
Has He uttered some word?
I sense His approach.
Is He distant or near?
Can’t really say?
But I know He is here.
Time moves quickly.
Time stands still.
Just what is happening?
No one can tell.
She calls to her daughters.
“Tell me you’re here.”
They do and she whispers,
“Home” in their ears.
She simply rests quietly,
As dusk turns to dark.
Outside the skies blaze,
As lightning does arc.
All o’r the horizon
With hardly a sound,
Lightning brightens heavens,
Never striking the ground.
Also no thunder?
What a power display!
Can’t help but think,
The King’s on His way.
It’s during this hour,
Our Momma has gone.
Embraced by her King,
Welcomed to His home.