
I'm thinking about time today.

Time. What is time? Is it merely a picosecond, one millionth of one millionth of a second, or one minute or 24 hours or a year? No, it must be more.
It is measurable to be sure, but is it not immeasurable, also? How can eternity past be measured? And eternity future? Can it be simply defined in terms of months and years? I think not.
"In the beginning God." He divided the light from the darkness. He created the sun and moon to divide the day from the night and established seasons, days, and years.
There is no beginning with God. He is "I Am." He is not defined nor restricted by time. He is the "Ancient of Days" and "Everlasting God" but He is not gray-haired or in need of Botox. He is my God, but He is also the God of generations past and future.
God works in time and out of time: "In the fullness of time God sent forth His Son"; "Suddenly, a voice came from heaven saying..." and "Suddenly there came a sound from heaven" on the day of Pentecost.
God is never out of rhythm, so He is always in time.
I'm not always in time. Many times I am late. Innumerable times I have said to Genelle, "I'll be home in a minute" or "I'll be home shortly", but my minute or my shortly are greatly elongated and after 33 years she has adjusted, more or less, to my definition of time.
I do however, want to be in time with God and His timing. I do not want to miss the day of His visitation!
The airlines and Amtrak have timetables, but rarely do they meet them. They don't seem to be bound by time.

For the most part we are bound by time and space. Though we may loose track of time, time has not lost track. The sun did stand still for Joshua, but, I doubt if time dragged for him on that day of battle.
For a year now Mom has not been bound by time as we know it. She is in heaven's time zone. 365 days have gone so quickly, but some days and nights have been so long for Dad.
I wonder, how long has this year seemed for Mom?But even in heaven Mom is waiting - waiting for the resurrection of her body on that glorious day of Christ's appearing and waiting for a new heaven and new earth in which to dwell. She graced earth for 86 years, and my life for over half of those years, but there is no end to her participating in the plans of God.
And so, on this day, the 1st anniversary of Mom's death, I'm thinking about time, and heaven, and God, and eternity, and daily life, and redeeming the time, and living life well...and about Mom.
Florence Bloom
March 16, 1921 - May 31, 2007


