If there’s one great object lesson in life, it’s that the world keeps spinning. Like a blackjack dealer shuffles cards, an unseen hand turns season after season at ever-increasing speed.
We notice it in the mirror when we see gray hair sprouting or wrinkles nesting on our faces.
Life whirls on, always changing, and we dig our fingernails in to hang on.
Like a flashing neon sign hanging in the sky, another message is clear. We are propelled forward through time, never in reverse.
We are not meant to move backward.
Like death, we emerge from sleep each day—a literal new beginning. If that doesn’t spell redemption, I don’t know what does.
Change unlocks us from our pasts and frees us to live in the present. Still we cling to our yesterdays, savoring the good times, anxious of the future.
Whether we’re fleeing unhappy days or begging to slow the clock, we must see change as a gift God gives. Newness of life unfolds each day. Sure it’s scary and unknown, but think of the possibilities.
I suppose this view is colored by my hope in Christ. That all of time’s sprinting away is really a sprinting towards something, or Someone.
This Someone whispers His love to us. Some ignore Him, seeing only the curtain of religion that’s wrought pain and sought control through history.
But He longs to meet with us. Don’t settle for what others say about Him. Take a peek behind religion and find out what this relationship is all about.
I imagine an atomic clock ticking away second after second of our brief existences. Who on earth knows when that clock will stop except the One who rules time itself and has numbered our days?
If we have nothing else, we have change and the hope it brings.