Seize the Day!
By Luci Swindoll
It’s a funny thing about time: Every one of us knows we have only twenty-four hours a day, yet we try our best to make each day last longer or become shorter to suit our preferences. While the clock ticks out the same number of minutes at the save rate every day, we try to save them like pennies in a jar, so we can spend them someday somewhere else, whenever we choose.
That’s not a bad idea, but it just doesn’t work that way. Many of us cannot grasp the truth that the time allotted to us on this earth is sufficient for all the Lord has planned for us to do. We don’t need one minute more or one minute less to accomplish the job: the job of living.
When I was a child, our family had a chiming clock that had been handed down through the generations and was a well-loved treasure. On the hour, of course, it chimed out the time, and by it we kept on schedule with meals and departures and awakening and sleeping. Often from our respective bedrooms each of us called out the number of chimes until the last one stopped.
One night after we had all gone to bed about midnight, the clock began to chime, and we started our audible ritual: “Nine ten eleven twelve.” Just as we closed our mouths after shouting out, “TWELVE!” the clock struck thirteen. We could hardly believe our ears.
Where did that come from? I wondered, as we all laughed heartily from our beds. Then, almost in perfect unison, we called out, “It’s later than you think!”
For most of us, that’s the problem: our greatest fear is running out of time. So we hurry through life trying desperately to get everything done: working overtime, eating fast food in the car, racing down the freeway. Life itself encourages us to hurry. I can do my laundry twice as fast as my grandmother did; I can travel coast to coast faster than my father ever could; with a few keystrokes and clicks of the mouse I can handle correspondence that took my mother hours. Yet I seem to have less time than they did. What has happened?
In our quest to save time we’re losing something. My grandparents, for example, always had time for my parents and my brothers and me; they had time for music in their home; they emphasized beautifully served meals, family reunions, and long conversations. It seemed they had time for everything in life that was important because they took time to live. They treasured the biblical injunction that proclaims, “This is the day the Lord has made. We will rejoice and be glad in it” (Psalm 118:24).
What about you? Do you seize each day with passionate vigor? Don’t wait for some other time. Tonight your clock could strike thirteen. It’s later than you think, so rejoice in this day and be glad?
(From Women at the Well compiled by Betty Robison