|Friday, March 27||
Days Go By
“…we think about tomorrow then it slips away
we talk about forever but we’ve only got today…”
--Keith Urban, Be Here, 2005
“It’s astounding, time is fleeting…” Thus begins the “Time Warp” from The Rocky Horror Picture Show (which may not seem holy, but one of the Rise songs has the exact chord progression so I think about it often).
The season of Lent is one of waiting. Waiting is never easy. First, I was waiting to be able to drive. Then I was waiting to be out of high school. Then I was waiting for college to be over. Then I was waiting for grad school to be done. Then I was waiting to find a job. All the while, time passed. Tick. Tick. Tick.
Jesus only had thirty-three earthly years but, in that time, he completed everything that needed to be done. It didn’t seem like he was waiting, but there were times when he waited, too. He waited in the desert. He waited to see Lazarus. He waited for the disciples to understand, explaining many things, many times, in many ways.
Having spent the last four months working in a cemetery, I have had a lot of time to contemplate the entire concept of time. Killing time, wasting time, time as a finite resource… carpe diem.
It feels like waiting is a waste of time. Time is finite, and we only get so much of it before it’s gone. And we don’t know when that will be.
There are many passages in the Bible about waiting for the Lord. To phrase it another way, “patience is a virtue”, as a church leader of mine in middle school said. So waiting can be holy, but it also feels like we shouldn’t stop when there’s so little time, when a thousand years is like a day (2 Peter 3:8).
So here I am, balanced on this razor’s edge between embracing waiting as sacramental while wanting to squeeze every drop out of the time I have.
Psalm 90:12 advises us: “So teach us to count our days that we may gain a wise heart.” I’m working on it, and I feel like I’ll be working on it for a looooooooooooong time.
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