I haven’t always thought of time as my friend. People have called it a speeding train, a monster, a slave-driver, and a crocodile. The fact is, it has been a patient, albeit unbending, teacher even when I fought it for all I thought it should do for me. Through it all, what a kind companion it’s been.
Anyone who has known me for very long has heard me claim to have “Peter Pan syndrome” because I love the magic and energy that accompanies the perspective of a child. I’ve even posted blogs titled Why do we have to grow up? The real issue at work in this idea is innocence, not time. I’ve seen 15-year-olds with the bodies, minds, and experiences of 30-year-olds and 50-year-olds with the open expression and reckless love of a child. Our minds and hearts create the structure of the reality in which we live, not time. It begins with who we choose to be at our core.
I’ve told many friends, “My time does not belong to me.” It’s a thought that seems backwards to people… but it’s Biblical! “You are not your own; you were bought with a price!” (I Corinthians 6) That is to say, nothing I am or have is actually mine except my choice. And I have chosen: “to live is Christ and to die is gain”… therefore, time is on my side whether I live or die, stay young forever or grow old. God’s kids don’t lose because we have everything to gain if we give it all. And that’s just what we do.
“Time cools, time clarifies, no mood can go unaltered through the course of hours,” according to Mark Twain. Time is actually a friend of mine… with amazing hands. These hands have encouraged me over and over. They’ve helped me grow, heal, resolve conflicts, and create masterpieces. Their steadiness has taught me to be measured; their constant movement keeps me from boredom; and their true value is as priceless as the life they sustain. What’s more, they serve (without fail) the God I love and trust.
Who wants to fight an ally or waste a priceless gift? Once again, I’m struck by the loving, uncomplicated way time has resolved an important question I could not answer and saved me from a mistake I could never have taken back. I can’t help but be awed by the power, the patience, and the ever-presence of Jesus Christ and His gentleness and steadiness exemplified in the hands of time.