Ìý Ìý Ìý Ìý Ìý Where did the time go? To those of us who happen to live in the semi-annual "move your clock back or forward, depending on the season" can enjoy that extra hour of sleep in the fall. Not so in the spring.
ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý Although I freely admit that I prefer the option of staying on the same time year round, last night's "spring forward" routine provided a theme for today's column. Time is such a precious commodity that when we lose an hour of it our bodies let us know what they think and it's usually not positive.
ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý This morning someone mentioned that time flies when you're having fun. That reminded me of a story I heard about two frogs sitting on lily pads. One commented to the other: "Time's fun when you're having flies". It's a groaner but it does illustrate a couple of ways in which we can view the matter of time.
ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý On a more serious note, the passage and the amount of time allotted to each of us is a currency we can't control: we had no voice in our birth date and often, no input into the diagnosis of a serious disease or the passing of a loved one. Events around us come and go with no regard as to how they might fit into our schedule.
ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý Ethan the Ezrahite, one of the writers of the Psalms, poured out his pain by asking, "How long, Lord? Will you hide Yourself forever? Remember how short my time is…."
ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý What an encouragement to know that as long as we have breath, the Lord is ready and waiting for us to avail ourselves of His mercy and grace.
ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý "For whoever calls upon the name of the Lord shall be saved," (Romans 10:14). The offer is for whosoever. The only limits are personal choice and time.
