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.
Isaiah 43:19

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.

2 Replies to “Behind the Time”

  1. Christmas is always a time of reflection. It’s always a time of missing my childhood.  I think that is why I want it to mean so much to my children and grandchildren.  The candlelight service is so meaningful.  I do miss the Christmas pageant we had every year at my home church.  They do not seem to be in vogue these days.  As a child, it brought the meaning of Jesus’ birth to me.  I love your posts. Libby


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