Our time on earth is the most precious gift we will ever receive in our life. I saw a quote on the wall of a friends home that stated: “Time is Gods gift to us. What we do with time is our gift to God”
Time is both spent and invested. Time goes by quickly when having fun and slowly when we sorrow. The freezing nights are endless. Sunny afternoons slip away quickly.
The poet has tried to capture it. The photographer has stopped it. The prisoner would reverse it. The child would speed it up. The clock counts with it. Space travel defies it. We cannot see it, hear it, taste it, smell it, or touch it but we can feel it marching forward never stopping, always marching.
We choose. Then we live with the effects of our choices. This choice affecting all time with its ever present consequence. Justice will be served.
Our life plan is well served to budget time for our benefit. To plan the time we shall invest for the future is wisdoms great marvel. There are 24 moments between each sunrise. We may hide from them, watch them, care for them, follow them and utilize them. Our choices may be deliberate or not. We may choose suddenly with little thought. We may choose to invest time in the equation of life and plan according to the sprinting hours. We may find time on our side or we may find time is against us. How many years have we invested to serve us? How many moments have we spared for the reaping and the harvest? How much time have we spent with the little ones? How much have we invested? Is the time far spent to publish glad tidings? Is our labor in vain? Is our time past? Do we live in a community exempt or immune to the law of times justice. Are we working in time, for time, that we may save time? Do we of the human family wait when we should act? Do we hesitate when we should take action? Are we investing in the future by spending time or are we investing time that we may have a future?
Time may be sensitive at the moment of our decision but it will not slow down! Time may be a sacred gift from God but it requires the justice of heaven. Time has passed on from peace to war to peace again. It has seen the sunrise of all yesterdays. It has watched over the waves of the endless waters and blessed the winds in their currents across the vast desserts. It has acquainted itself with the groaning’s of the earth from the beginning to the present. The Mountains stand firm against it’s onward journey. They grow weary and arrive as hills to the generations of men. We cannot manipulate it’s wanderings. We can only embrace her!
She Is our ally. Our most precious friend. Our companion while waiting. Our sentinel at the gates of creation. She is our captain traveling through life’s mountains and valleys. She follows and she leads as we breath and as we look onward. She is with us in our professional life. She stands over us as a protector in our discovery of ourselves. She waits for no living thing and she leaves the dead behind her. She prepares the morrow with all things terrestrial and all things within reach. She is the master of trickery and leads us down pathways of pleasure. She bestows moments of terror and moments of peace. The generations of life must follow her onward beat of tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow. She has received her orders. She cannot yield.
What shall we do with our time? Are we prepared for the game of life? Will we please ourselves with simple moments? Will we plan our life with purpose? Will we go on in such great a cause? Will we till, plant, and reap? Shall the beginning look like the end? Will we read, write, and become what we were created for? Will one generation build the foundation for the next? Are we rising to the spires of humanity from mother to daughter? Are we working? Is our toil for toil? Is our accomplishment creating a new world of peace, beauty, love, music, art, and all things becoming celestial. Do we act for humanity? Do we bring ourselves with us if it is us that keeps us from the greatest achievements?
Time may serve us well indeed but we must intimately know of the time that has passed or time shall beat her endless drums again for another generation of simple creatures who never came to know her!
