The Trouble with Time

Ephesians 5:15-16

When I get to heaven, there’s a thing or two I intend to ask St. Peter. Heading that list will be the question of time. I want to know what happened to it. When I was a child, the days between Thanksgiving and Christmas lasted longer than eternity. Today, I’m panicky if my Christmas shopping is not complete by October.

Time-saving devices now surround me. I can prepare a meal in minutes with my microwave oven. Dirty dishes get popped into the dishwasher. My giant-size washer and dryer make laundry a breeze. But a Murphy-like law of inversion is at work: the more time-savers I own, the less time I have.

Reluctantly, I am forced to admit that age might have something to do with the problem. Time no longer stretches endlessly in front of me as it did the summer I was nine. I’ve come to terms with my own mortality.

It’s clear now that if I live to be a hundred, I will not finish everything on my “to do” list. I can no longer put off determining what matters most. Some things must be tossed out and the time has arrived to give up some of the dreams of earlier days.

What priorities remain? First, I plan to revel in the beauty God has lavished on us. As for music, I embrace everything from Salvation Army marches to hymns and those I sing along with in my car. My husband has expanded my musical appreciation to include the symphony orchestra, opera, even piano duet arrangements of Mozart. I hope to explore the riches of music until I join the alto section of the heavenly choir.

Then there’s writing. I’ve gotten a late start, so I may have to seek immortalization somewhere else. No matter. Writing about people and subjects close to my heart brings me intense satisfaction.

Above all, relationships matter most—relationships with family, friends, colleagues, neighbors. I want to seize this day to tell people I love them.

I won’t be satisfied relating to God in a superficial way, either. As far back as I can remember, His loving presence has been as real as my mother’s goodnight kiss. At age 17, I made a personal commitment to follow Him. Now, just as I relish sitting down with a friend over tea, I look forward to frequent visits with Him. After all, we’re going to be together for a long, long time!

Dorothy Post, The War Cry

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