Does anybody really know what time it is? Does anybody really care? If you're a fan of 70s rock music you'll recognize those lyrics right away. They raise questions that are aptly answered in Ecclesiastes 3 -
"There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every event under heaven" (Ecclesiastes 3.1).
Life is seasonal. We are born, and eventually we die. There is progress, and there are setbacks. Joy and sadness. Peace and war. Through all of life's seasons, time swiftly marches on. Thus, every season and moment is precious, and irretrievable.
I recently read about a government official who was riding in car, tending to work details. Suddenly, the car spun out of control on a rain-slick highway, collided with two other vehicles, and was badly damaged. Miraculously, all survived. But, in a moment life could have ended, or been forever altered.
We have this moment in time. It is like grains of sand sifting through our hands. We can never regain this exact moment in time. Make it count. Invest it in things of eternal value; the kingdom of God, and the cause of Christ. Use it to pray to the Lord of the harvest for the harvest and for workers. Use it to put the gospel in action. Use it to actively love others.
"I know that there is nothing better for them than to rejoice and to do good in one's lifetime" (Ecclesiastes 1.12) Amen. May we do so in this moment, and every moment.
©Steve Taylor, 2017 --Used by permission