Do You Have the Time?

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Time in a Bottle

~Jim Croce

If I could save time in a bottle

The first thing that I’d like to do

Is to save every day ’til eternity passes away

Just to spend them with you

If I could make days last forever

If words could make wishes come true

I’d save every day like a treasure and then

Again, I would spend them with you

But there never seems to be enough time

To do the things you want to do once you find them

I’ve looked around enough to know

That you’re the one I want to go through time with…

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 What is TIME? It’s a noun; it’s a verb. It’s an object; it’s usable. You can’t do without it; it’s there whether you want it or not. You can spend it; you can waste it. You can ignore it. But it is there all the time.

What is TIME? It is abstract, immaterial; a concept. A clock can keep it; it can run out; it stood still once. It has an end; it can tell; it only knows.

But you can’t hold it in your hands…

You can’t really buy more…

You can belong to it…

You can’t give it away…

It ends when the clock runs out… Tick tock, tick tock, they all fall down.

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TIME was made for humankind by God. How else could humanity measure life and works? God created heaven and earth and all that was in them.

After the fall in the Garden of Eden, God imparted a concept upon humanity; it was called time. A time for hope, a time for love…

In other words, He clocked us. Perhaps to enable us to see reality?

Appreciate life more?

Make better choices with the time we have?

He gave us a concept…we didn’t grasp the Garden of Eden.

We abused it and walked naked, without thought or care.

We chose to go our own way, envision our own thoughts,

Believe our own creed, live as our own gods.

So he put a governor upon us, to ever remind us of our beginning.

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TIME is a concept to show us the way back to God. God is eternal. We are eternal also but sin split us in two. That’s when TIME began, for us to work our way back home.

Physical death is our end of TIME; we rejoin eternity with God.

One in the Father, by the Father, and with the Father.

At His designated moment, time will be no more. All creation awaits that moment. It moans and groans as we do. We’ve wandered far too long as self-willed creatures. It’s TIME to go home!

[Wandering thoughts about TIME. These are thoughts only!]

 

Once upon a Time. . . True LIGHT Shone

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Repeatedly it’s been said, “It was the best and worst of times.”

Discordantly, wisdom and absurdity sang redundant rhymes.

A tale of two cities, a contrast stark, between heaven and earth,

Perhaps one day may give way to a cataclysmic rebirth.

 

It’s true today as it was back in the eighteen hundred years,

Light and Darkness administrate, while Hope balances Fears.

Technological sprawl litters homes and clutters one’s workplace,

As ghastly suicides and boredom slither at a haunting pace.

 

Paradoxically, religious avow their creeds,

yet God teeters on His throne.

Deviant sexuality lusts ecstatically,

while AIDS and STDs gnaw bones.

 

Is human dignity recoverable,

and standards of right and wrong?

Have we forgotten who we are

and to Whom we truly belong?

 

Dogmatic agnosticism imprisons,

and spirit and mind decay;

Wandering tediously life’s passage echoes,

“We’ve forgotten the way!”

 

Long ago Truth was manifested,

bearing witness of a place to stand;

A mystery revealed, heaven reached

down a mighty helping hand.

 

The true Light shone in the darkness,

and the darkness knew it not.

How great that light! How great the cost!

Christ’s death our souls has bought!

 

Shalom

Tick Tock . . .Tick Tock

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Tick Tock . . .Tick Tock

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During my wait at the doctor’s office, a pretty ornate banjo clock caught my eye.  It was hanging on the wall over the nurse’s desk, displaying the correct time of day with its little hands slowly pulsing forward at a moment’s tick.  It was then I noted that the pendulum was not moving at all.  This told me it was not a key-wind clock.  It had to be either battery run or electric corded.  With these thoughts came a revelation– and an analogy.

That clock was like many so-called Christians.  They “run” like they’re supposed to, go through the motions of the “walk-and-talk” spiel, attend services every Sunday and maybe throw in an attendance at Sunday school.  By every aspect of the casual observer, they are really devoted followers of Christ. 

However, as God has so spoken, He looks at our hearts.  Christ knows our hearts.  Are we truly lovers of Christ or merely empty vessels? 

What is in the heart is what we are made of.  Like that banjo clock made to look like an authentic antique key-wind time piece, the give-away was that it was not.   It had no workings to keep time.  The pendulum was an ornament, glued inside the case merely to look fitting.  It had no springs to control, no movements to slide back and forth.  The energy from a battery moved the hands.  It basically had no heart.  It was a fake, a forged attempt to project an olden day’s ambiance when clocks were meticulously made by the hands of expert artisans. 

Are you a real Christian?  Are you running on God’s time?  Are you in time with Christ?  Or are you merely a shell casting the shadow of “loving thy neighbor and others as thyself?” 

Does Christ wind you up?  Are you using the energy of a battery or does your timer go off at the touch of the Holy Spirit?  Think about it. 

Tick tock.  Tick tock. 

Short and Sweet

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Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

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To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: 2A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; 3A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; 4A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; 5A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; 6A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; 7A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; 8A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace. 

Solomon’s memento, “there is a time to be born and a time to die” is of a truly wise man.  But, there is an interval between these two times of infinite importance.  –Richmond

A life exists during the space of birth and death.  Some folks live long lives; some have been given only a shortened version. The emphasis is on a person’s use of this chosen time.  To sum up one’s life is to readily grasp its stark shortness amid its blissful sweetness.  It is a mystery, known only to God.

It might be well with our soul to give this mystery much thought.

Shalom.

Just a Whimsy

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The forest boasts a hefty hart;

It has a robust spirited heart.

I love crusty whole wheat bread.

The kitty cats have briefly bred.

She bought a new fireplace grate;

It shines and really looks so great.

My heart always skips a beat

Whenever I eat a bright red beet.

This blog is such an amusing site;

Eyes twitch and twitter at the sight.

Do you need some willow wood?

I’d cut some for you, yes, I would.

I love traveling this scenic road;

Upon it once a horse I rode.

The slate roof has a very bad leak;

The weedy garden grew a tall leek.

Through the grimy window I peek;

The hiker scaled a mountain peak.

The train teased the outer rail;

My lung is snorting a brassy rale.

This pen is priced on one big sale;

The boat is close to setting sail.

The foul monkey has a long tail;

The devious liar has a long tale.

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NaPoWriMo  Day 12

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A little whimsy!

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TICK TOCK

Time in a Bottle

~Jim Croce

If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I’d like to do
Is to save every day ’til eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you

If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I’d save every day like a treasure and then
Again, I would spend them with you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do once you find them
I’ve looked around enough to know
That you’re the one I want to go through time with

 

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©Jeanne E Webster

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What is TIME?  It’s a noun; it’s a verb.  It’s an object; it’s usable. 

You can’t do without it; it’s there whether you want it or not.

You can spend it; you can waste it.  You can ignore it.

But it is there all the time.

`

What is TIME?  It is abstract, immaterial; a concept.

A clock can keep it; it can run out; it stood still once.

It has an end; it can tell; it only knows.

But you can’t hold it in your hands

You can’t really buy more

You can belong to it

You can’t give it away

It ends when the clock runs out…

Tick tock, tick tock, they all fall down.

`

TIME was made for humankind by God.

How else could humanity measure life and works?

God created heaven and earth and all that was in them.

After the fall in the Garden of Eden, God imparted a concept

Upon humanity; it was called timeA time for hope, a time for love…

In other words, He clocked us.  Perhaps to enable us to see reality? 

Appreciate life more?  Make better choices with the time we have? 

He gave us a concept…we didn’t grasp the Garden of Eden.

We abused it and walked naked, without thought or care.

We chose to go our own way, envision our own thoughts,

Believe our own creed, live as our own gods.

So he put a governor upon us, to ever remind us of our beginning.

`

TIME is a concept to show us the way back to God.

God is eternal.  We are eternal also but sin split us in two.

That’s when TIME began, for us to work our way back home.

Physical death is our end of TIME; we rejoin eternity with God.

One in the Father, by the Father, and with the Father.

At His designated moment, time will be no more.

All creation awaits that moment.  It moans and groans as we do.

We’ve wandered far too long as self-willed creatures.

It’s TIME to go home!

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[Saturday’s wandering thoughts about TIME.  These are thoughts only!]

Yikes! It’s Me!

 

“Time is fleeting,” they say. Who is “they?”

I always wonder when I hear an old saying, who the original thinker or author is. I stopped here mid-writing and looked up this phrase. Here it is in its entirety:

Life is short.
Time is fleeting.
Uncover the True Nature.
Purify the mind and heart to attain happiness.
Be kind; be compassionate.
Be generous; do good.
Concentrate.
Understand.
Awaken.
Overcome
   . . . greed with generosity,
   . . . anger with lovingkindness,
   . . . ignorance with understanding.

By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I never would have guessed Mr. Longfellow was the author, but I’m glad he is. Another tangent off the main road of blogging that I shall meander upon in due time.

Back to the article, having just experienced another birthday, the sixty-ninth to be exact, I wanted to share some discoveries as one reflects on age or aging. My twin sister and my older brother visited me this week to enjoy each other’s company for the first time in over 10 years. Where did the time go? We’ve all been busy becoming grandparents, great-grandparents, great-uncles, great-aunts, all those “greats,” for one thing. Another thing, we’ve been busy patching up the torn fragments of our “tent,” trying to stave off the residual effects of living. Win some…lose some.

Hmmm. I believe the score is grossly overrated on the side of losses. Let’s do some recon work here… we’ll start at the top…good place, huh? The head: hair appears first. It seems thinner, lighter, lots of grey, but at least I have some of it yet! Next is the brain: the processor still functions, when it really needs to; the light is still on but blinking; it returns after power failures; when given sufficient time, it can recall most of the data stored within. The eyes: same color blue, no cataracts, glasses only necessary for reading, pretty good condition overall. The ears: losing hearing somewhat, protective about loud noises, no hair as yet. The nose: this is where the hairs are growing! Yikes! The mouth: still can let loose a whoop, yet speak tenderly when necessary. The teeth: the pearly whites are no longer pearly. They have been assisted by dental procedures of many types and arrangements. Let’s put it this way, they are not scary and remain functional. The face: hmmm, it still resembles me somewhat. Eyelids drooping, cheeks sagging, lips diminishing, chin receding and presenting whiskers, and skin is drying, brown spotting, and slightly wrinkly. Overall consensus: not bad for 69 years!

To return to staving off the effects of living…I’ve learned many things over the years. Perhaps sharing them would be proper.

1. Get plenty of sleep

2. Eat sensibly

3. Exercise daily

4. Love God

5. Love others, as you want to be loved

6. Forgive others, as you want to be forgiven

7. Trust in God

8.  Pray always 

Have a good weekend and stay safe. Remember…

“Life is short… time is fleeting…”

~shalom