A birthday calls to mind the growing snowball
Of time, and where it ends, the unknown valley
Of death, so we stop counting years — the clock
Cannot be stopped, so we ignore its sound.
When you woke up and opened your eyes this morning, what was your first thought? At some point in the waking process, did you think, “Wow, I’m alive! God has given me yet another day of life!”?
Most of us probably don’t have those early thoughts. We expect to wake up. We count on another day. We seldom if ever consider the possibility of not popping open our eyes and jumping out of bed to continue what we paused doing yesterday. Continue reading
Very soon our time is going to change,
A greater change than a human’s hourly shift;
No longer will we follow the standard time:
The minute’s sweep to eternity will be swift;
From hours and days the starkness may seem strange:
Darkened hell for those who refuse the gift,
And humble seekers lifted to light sublime.
After many years he awoke from slumber
And counted hours he’d wasted, without number.
He couldn’t undo the past, now he was old;
From knowledge of what he’d lost, his heart was cold.
He doubled efforts and tried to right his loss—
A frantic race—his heavy albatross.
Give glory to God for sun, moon, and stars which mark for us times and seasons. We praise him for a sense of movement in life, for the forward progress of our souls, for the journey toward eternity. Exalt his foreverness — he who created us and inserted himself into our finite space and time. Blessed be the God who patiently inches us toward the day of final reckoning.
Today is all I have, and you with me,
The time for selfless love, and chance to be
Deliberate people of God, in Christ content,
Indifferent to where the fleeting hours went. Continue reading
Just in the nick of time. At the right moment. God acts exactly when he should, when things ought to be done, no sooner, no later. In our limited vision, God is often late. Or we think that he jumps the gun. But God is always on time. Continue reading
Time is a recurrent theme of mine, as subscribers to Cloudburst are aware by now. But I don’t think I’ve used the concept of an exchange (term repeated twice) before. Continue reading
by J. Randal Matheny © 2012
Don’t waste your life with sour regret,
The future’s theirs who soon forget
The squandered chances, time ill spent,
Who know the joy to truly repent. Continue reading
How did the day go whizzing by?
It came and went so fast!
How glad, when Christ shows in the sky,
To have a day to last!