I am about to do a new thing;
now it springs forth, do you not perceive it?
I will make a way in the wilderness
and rivers in the desert.
A few weeks ago, I broke my watch. At exactly 6:13 a.m., I must have knocked my wrist against something, and the crown (that little dial that adjusts the hands) pulled out and snapped off. Though I didn’t notice right away, I know it was 6:13 a.m. because that’s where time was stuck. With a pen, I was able to push an inner mechanism to restart the hands, but now, the watch is running 5 hours and 11 minutes behind with no way to adjust the time forward or stop it again to let time catch up from the other side.
Fortunately, the watch is inexpensive and easily replaceable. But I’m left wondering about time–about being behind the right time.
I’m wondering in what ways I’m living in the past and unwilling to catch up to what the present moment requires. I’m wondering how I’ve neglected to make progress in my thoughts and understandings. I’m wondering how I’ve grown comfortable lagging back when the world needs me to catch up.
Sure, there are time-tested ways that are worthy of keeping. And sure, there are occasionally old ideas worthy of reviving. But there are also understandings that, after thoughtful reflection, are better left in the past. I hope I’ll always seek to know the difference.
And knowing the difference, it seems to me, is a matter of knowing the timeless timeliness of love.