What is the length of a day? Some days pound on me, relentless, some days never let me go.
The length of days–heaven and earth are called to witness–will count. When we choose life our time counts even moreso.
Before I had children I would strive to be on time for everything. My parents were not the on time sort, and apparently I used to complain that I was the last child to be picked up from things.
Today I not only have to be late to things, but I have to miss commitments. Things I never would have done before children. But life is more complicated now I have a church, a husband, 3 children-one of whom is autistic-and myself.
WAIT! that meeting was today too? I had it in a different time stream in my mind and didn’t realize it was the same day.
Time no longer runs in straight lines for me, its seems to squiggle and intersect in weird ways. Its like running parallel world at the same time.
Thus obligations and time and everything flows differently.
We count our days, but God is the true reckoner, and God’s way of counting is not in pure math or numbers. Its in experiences and hope, its in the life-giving moments.If I have three children, then God has all children. If time flows different with different children for me, then time takes on meaning beyond seconds and minutes and days. Time has become an out of body experience. But time has also become more meaningful than trying to do all the things or trying to count up my life by counting. Because nobody has time for that. Time has to count with the goodness and fullness of days.
Because, God is timeless, its hard to conceptualize A Being beyond time…
A Being who just Is, for whom Was and Will Be are intrinsic.
Time counts differently for God
Time counts differently for God’s people.
Hold Fast to God, but how do I do that? My concept of holding on is to calculate the time I spend in prayer or measure the good deeds that are done. I’m too human, I can only love by keeping track. As evidenced in this 30sec clip http://thirtysecondsorless.net/author/kstenta/
God loves me, without needing to keep track.
How do I let go of the relentlessness of time? How do I enter the time of Lent?