Saturday, 11 July 2009

• Time . . . .

  

  Time . . . a measurable period during which an action, process, or condition exists or continues . . . the grouping of the beats of music . . . a person's experience during a specified period or on a particular occasion.  I picture in my mind that God hands each individual an hour glass with sand at the top moving to the bottom.  When the sand reaches the bottom . . . time's up.  Only He knows how much sand we receive, or perhaps, how fast the sand moves to the bottom.  For some, the sand is a large amount moving slowly to the bottom.  While others hold an hour glass with a small amount of fast moving sand.

  I also look at the sand from the composition of its material.  These individuals have gold dust or silver dust while others may have coal dust.  To me, this represents, not the amount of time, but the quality of the time.  Now before I go too far, let me tell you that God does not judge us by either the amount of the time nor the quality of the time.  The Bible tells us that there is only One way to heaven . . . the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ.  No good works will get us there.  Likewise, our bad deeds cannot prevent a us from going there if we give our lives to Him.

  Back to time.  I look at people like Mother Teresa and see a large hour glass filled with slow moving gold dust.  She dedicated her life to the service of the poorest of the poor.  No matter how discouraged that she was during her time here, she looked to her Lord and Savior for strength and courage.  Her life even touched me, though I never met her, never visited the slums in India, or any other task that could physically draw us together.  Her example is one of the reasons that I could take a small portion of my time and travel to another country to fill a need.

  So I get to reexamine my time.  Is the sand gold?  Or is it coal?  Do I have a great volume?  Or is the sand falling quickly?  This week I was swamped . . . I had very little time to accomplish what I needed to accomplish.  I even had to work late to accomplish the tasks that we needed to accomplish prior to coming home.  And my schedule?  Help Jo with her resume' . . . help Scotty haul stuff to the dump . . . fix . . . clean . . . sort . . . throw . . . more than general housework.  Quality time with the family?  I wish I could spend more time with them.  Quality time with my Ukrainian girls?  Don't ask them . . . their biggest complaint would be that I am never on Skype (though I will try to do better).  Quality time with my best friend . . . my lovely wife?  I've saved up almost ten weeks of vacation so I could spend precious time with her these next few months.  (In case you forgot, this year is our 25th wedding anniversary on September 8th.)

  So, my time, being limited by a number of priorities, is very precious to me and my family.  So, I apologize if I am missing from xanga for a day or so, but time is what we dedicate to ourselves and those around us.  I want to use my time wisely . . . I want my sand to be gold or silver . . . I want to be there for my family and my friends (which does include my xanga friends) . . . I am juggling my priorities.

  Time.

  Blessings to you this weekend.

   

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