Have you ever received a letter that read, “Time is of the essence?”
Time is an interesting phenomenon. Time is the way in which we measure our existence on this earth.
We are given time as the conditional indicator of when to start and stop a project, a job or even a relationship. Time is used as an invasive reminder of age and tenure. It is the instrument by which married couples define their relationship. The calendar earmarks events and milestones in our lives and when we should be someplace where even if we are not.
We have all asked the question, “Remember when?” Time is telling us what was, is gone and what shall be, is now. It is our heart beating and silently waiting for its final beat. Time is the wait for a pregnant woman. It is when early is too soon, and late is much too late.
Time is what brings memories to the present as we speak of days gone by. It is the wish of what should have been, and feeling that it is too late to be. Time is the water we drink in each second to quench the thirst, and hunger for more of life. If time refuses to pass, we have ceased to be.
The old song “Time Waits for No One,” is quite true, and it does keep moving on, as the clock and calendar demands of it. Children grow up, and while we resist and slow down some of the changes that take place within our bodies, there are those changes that will take place by design. The best part of us is created through time, experience and exposure.
Humanity has always sought to measure time. The Egyptians created an object to measure time in the form of a “T” shape. The “T” would favor the east in the mornings and cast a shadow in the evenings. The Egyptians are also given credit to have created the “Sundial” which calibrated hours in the direction of local times. Time was eventually segmented using the moon’s lunar cycles.
Time is what we use to synchronize humanity. It helps us to be on time, keep a schedule and mark important events in our lives. It is the way we determine birth, age, and death. Time is the vehicle that determines eligibility for school, when we can obtain a driver’s license, join the military and marry.
While on the mission field in Ghana; I encountered a village in the Bush Country. There were at minimum 5 generations of one family who set before me. I asked who was the oldest among them (as it was difficult to tell)? I was told “we don’t know.” I heard the elders tell me that before the Missionaries came we just lived; and since the Missionaries have come they tell us we must take their medicine, now we die.
Who said that these people needed something differently than what they had. They were lost in time and did not care. They were living life moment by moment and did not care to be disturbed. Interesting to note that in a place where no records were being kept of time; the people learned to live until they died. Now with the record keeping; people are expected to die by a certain time, and most prepare to do so.
I remember a very seasoned man of God speaking who said people are always asking me, “how old are you?” His response was “If no one kept record, who would know?”
Parents use time to determine how and when to allow their children to do certain things. Couples use it to decide when to have children. There is no place where time is not used to some degree. Even in some undeveloped countries the sun or sundials are used to determine time. A watch would be a luxury. One of the first gifts I received in Kenya was a well- worn watch. I thought, how symbolic of giving God your time.
Our days on this earth are but a moment in the eyes of eternity. As a matter of fact, the sacred text describes it this way,” One day with the Lord is as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day.” Could time be an illusion? Are we allowing time far too much control over our lives to the point that we are not living it?
I see time as a gift that keeps on giving. By using time wisely, we will not take it, nor people for granted. It has power to control the outcome of any given situation, yet the patience to give us a second chance at life. It can teach us wisdom and bring us knowledge and understanding as we move along through life; It can also run out on us.
What we do with time is what matters the most. How we spend our days here on earth determines how we live in eternity. Our time here is brief and considered to be but a vapor; yet the impact we can make can last forever!
As we grow in the spirit of empowerment and embrace all that life has to offer; let us remember this wonderful gift of “Time” is ticking on clocks all over the world! Although some of those clocks maybe a bit ancient; nevertheless, time is being measured.
So, march on my friends with every heartbeat. Speak your truth in every breath. Take no one and nothing for granted; this time, this moment is yours. Even in your silence let your time here on earth be heard.
I wrote the following several years ago, and I think it is appropriate to share:
There Is So Much to See, So Much to Do!
I Have Got So Many People to Thank.
So Many Words to Speak.
There Are So Very Many Stories to Tell.
Far Too Many Friends to Thank
The Cities I Have Yet to Travel.
The Kindness I Am Still to Show.
What About all of The Things I Really Wanted to Do?
Rather Than Those I Really Had To.
The Causes for Which I Should Have Marched.
The Songs I Should Have Sung.
The Joy I Wanted to Bring.
The Gifts I Still Have Yet to Give
The Love I Have Wasted on Me Alone
Time Wasted and Now It Is Gone.
As enlighten spiritual beings time fades, and becomes unmeasurable. In eternity all things are as one. In these bodies we acknowledge the place time has, and we embrace it as one would a close and confident friend. We must honor, love and respect TIME for it will, like an abused lover walk off and leave you.