We're late. We're stressed. We're in a relationship with one who isn't as stressed and isn't paying attention to the clock like we are.
We're waiting.
We're watching the seconds tick off the clock.
We feel our internal engine building combustible steam.
And then we explode.
Far more marriages and relationships are destroyed by clock-watching than most people can fathom. But there's not one person who hasn't experienced the fractures that come from it.
The clock has a way of separating husbands from wives, parents from children, friends from friends.
But maybe it's the way we view the clock that's the problem, not time itself?
God gave His ancient people, the Hebrews, a way to "measure time" (Exodus 12:2).
They "eyeballed" the moon at night.
Every new moon meant a new month. When they spotted the new moon, the Hebrews blew the trumpets and Israel celebrated!
But the concept of time for the Hebrews was also measured by life in the fields.
Since a "lunar" calendar of 12 lunar months is eleven days shorter than a solar year (the earth's orbit around the sun) of 12 solar months. the Hebrew priests would go out into the farmers' fields and feel the ground's temperature, smell the air for pollen freshness, and see the buds (or lack thereof) on the fruit trees and grain stems.
Time touched the senses of the ancients.
Every two or three years the Hebrew priests would "add" another lunar month based upon their feeling that the planting and harvest times had shifted too far from their seasons.
The Hebrews walked with time by sensing and supporting life not by watching and worshipping clocks.
The Hebrews felt time pass.
They felt time's rhythms, sensed its pleasures, experienced it like a heartbeat, measuring time like they gauged another's health; they listened to the heartbeat, they felt the pulse, and they sensed the breathing.
Time to the Hebrews was a living thing.
But the Romans under Julius Caesar took time and made it mechanical, automated, and - lifeless.
Western Civilization, including America, followed Rome.
Now, rather than experiencing time with the senses, feeling its rhythm, and viewing the clock as a reflection of one's life, we Americans see the clock as something separate from life, a dictator that demands devotion, with punishment for the person who pays no attention to time.
We've lost our sense of living in the present because we keep looking to the future.
Here's the helpful tip about clock-watching:
Next time the person you love is late, remember that life is more important than a Roman clock, for time is to be felt, sensed, and experienced like life itself.
If my dedication to a clock is more important than my devotion to life, then maybe the problem is my view of time.
Time should be measured by lives blossoming rather than by clocks ticking.
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"And God said, "Let there be lights in the expanse of the sky to separate the day from the night, and let them serve as signs to mark seasons and days and years"" (Genesis 1:14)
I may be wrong about this, but looks like the Hebrew calendar encompasses observation of solar, lunar, AND also sacred Scripture in its formation.
It is counted from a 'literal' beginning of Creation over five thousand years ago, so it does conform in that way to a literal understanding of how to mark the passing of years from 'Creation' as calculated from sacred Scripture.
The Gregorian Calendar counts time backwards from a calculation of the birth of Christ, and forwards from that same calculation, hence the terms 'B.C.' (before Christ) and 'A.D.' (Anno Domini, or In The Year of Our Lord).
That 'backwards' counting can be confusing, if you don't understand that 1 B.C. is later than 1000 B.C. as you are counting backwards from the calculated birth year of Our Lord.
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"The Hebrews felt time pass.
They felt time's rhythms, sensed its pleasures, experienced it like a heartbeat, measuring time like they gauged another's health; they listened to the heartbeat, they felt the pulse, and they sensed the breathing.
Time to the Hebrews was a living thing."
"Begin the song exactly where you are,
Remain within the world of which you’re made.
Call nothing common in the earth or air,
Accept it all and let it be for good.
Start with the very breath you breathe in now,
This moment’s pulse, this rhythm in your blood
And listen to it, ringing soft and low.
Stay with the music, words will come in time.
Slow down your breathing. Keep it deep and slow.
Become an open singing-bowl, whose chime
Is richness rising out of emptiness,
And timelessness resounding into time.
And when the heart is full of quietness
Begin the song exactly where you are."
(Malcolm Guite, 'The Singing Bowl')
Wade,
I’m think the warning of this post is not needed to one of my sisters. It’s been said she might be late to her own funeral. :)
How about the song? “Slowpoke”.
You keep me waiting'
Till it's getting aggravating
You're a slowpoke
I wait and worry
But you never seem to hurry
You're a slowpoke.
Time means nothing to you
I wait and then late again
Eight o'clock, nine o'clock
Quarter to ten.
Why should I linger
Every time you snap your finger
Little slowpoke
Why can't you hasten
When you see the time's a wasting'
You're a slowpoke.
Dear, why should I keep trying to change you
It's not the thing to do
I guess I'll have to learn to be
A slowpoke too.
"from Rev. 21:5, this:
“And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying,
‘Behold, I am making all things new.’”
That child-like sense of 'wonder' and 'awe' is, in itself, a kind of prayer, yes.
https://youtu.be/r-Hyu59w-0o
Wade,
I see the advertisement for foreign countries “honeymoon package” was removed from this post. (Three more to go.)
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