Time

The beginning. The end. It fascinates scholars, theologians, and scientists. Incomprehensible that it should have either it is in the human mind. And yet, someday, the end will come. The story of humanity will be written. Time will cease. Christ will reign. And yet, in this brief channel of time, out of all eternity, each one of us has a blank slate to write. Each one of us has choices to make. It is a gift worth far more than anything else this life can offer: the opportunity to etch into the tablet of time our stories. It is an opportunity we have never had, and never will have again. What, then, will you write? How will your story end? Will you find meaning? Or are you so foolish as to abandon the very thesis of your story? With what conclusion will your story end?

Who will be the main character in your story? Will you take the spotlight, ever at the helm, holding your actions in your hands? Or will you choose to lend the spotlight to others? Will you choose to abdicate your throne for another, one more deserving? Who will hold your life in his hands?

What will be the setting? Ocean or mountain or plain or beach? Will you, like so few souls, venture for more? Will you reach for the heavens above, pretending, if even for a brief moment, to touch the stars above? Will you master the facts and figures of an ever-changing universe? Will you choose to make the most of your position in life? Where will the tablet of your life rest?

How will you choose to lift your stone above so many others? When all that remains of your empire are your name, two numbers, and a dash, who will remember you? What will it be about your quest that demonstrates that it was worth it? How will they remember you?

These questions many people wait a lifetime to answer. May each of us have the courage to say, “Surely not I!” May each of us rest our case at the feet of Jesus Christ, the Author and Finisher of our faith. May we choose to dedicate each stroke of the stencil to His Name. May we choose to lend Him our light instead of hoarding a miniscule dash for ourselves. May we seek to understand, to know, to discover all we can about the world God has given us. May we find our identity in Him and Him alone.

For what purpose, what meaning is there to life, and what is time, if not merely a tool in the Creator’s hand? Surely, He has provided the story, the outline, the form of our lives. But He has given us a gift far more valuable than all else combined. He has given us the opportunity to know Him. He has given us the chance to know true meaning, to know life to its fullest. Far be it from me of all men to forsake His will, His plan, His gift for a worthless dash! Far be it from us to forsake the gift of time we have been given.

So let our hearts burn bright and bold. Let our hands yearn for the work of our Lord. Let us not waste one more second in our idle minds, wheels turning, thoughts racing, with no engine or drive to contain either. Let our passion not reside only in the powerful minds He has given us. For I consider that the hands He has made for us have not been made in vain. Let the fragile lives we live be a mere speck in the sands of time, but let our passion for our Creator’s will burn brightly in the unquenchable blaze of His glory!