A time for everything

Time is such a wonderous thing, isn't it? It is what it is, to quote a famous philosopher from these parts. It moves consistently, without change nor difference. Interestingly, God moves outside of time, so that time has little meaning to Him. This week, it seems, has been a God-like week, then. For time has had little meaning to us all.

Time has crept, as the saying goes. To us, one day has been like a thousand years. To us, a week has been a lifetime or at the minimum 43 years.

Time has been as slow as Christmas, which is a saying I'm had for all my life despite not understanding the clarity of it at all.

Time has been, well, let's go to the scriptures to discover just what time has been:

1 There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:
2 a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,

3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,

4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,

5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,

6 a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,

7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,

8 a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.

There is TIME for everything. There is a moment when it all comes together, a minute where it all makes sense, a second when it we shall see. There is a time.

I have a new tee-shirt (well, actually several new tee-shirts) and along with some stuff about some football game coming up at the end of this lengthy, lengthy week, there is a phrase: OWN THE MOMENT.

I've thought about that a lot, which is a saying tdhat is like slow as Christmas. What exactly is a lot? I digress. Anyway, can you own a moment? Can you reach out and make it yours?

Acutally, you can. You can take what God has given you, at the proper moment, and absolutely own it. You can own your mistakes. Own your problems. Own your sins. You can own up to it. You can own it.

Is this the Saints' moment? One doesn't know. One will find out.


The writer tells us: there is a time to weep and a time to laugh,a time to mourn and a time to dance. Three hours or so, the longest three hours of our lives (which by the way makes no sense at all unless you're living it) will decide which this is.

As they say around here (actually, no one has every actually said this to me but I hear we say it all the time): Laissez Les Bon Temps Roulez.

My how time flies (which, oh you get the idea).