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The Time that Got Away

A little click, a little swipe, a little scrolling and skimming down your Instagram feed,

and lost hours will stalk you like the undead; spent minutes like ghosts. (From Proverbs6:10-11)

Where does the time go? Is there some place where hours and days and weeks pile up to exchange for some other value, or do they just disappear like raindrops on a hot pavement? Do I make time, or does time make me? Both, really: I dispose the hours but at the same time they are units to be filled in the blocks that build personality and character. The question is, filled with what?

For the last five years I’ve used a Passion PlannerTM to map the short- and long-ranges ahead of me. Passion Planner is big on motivation and goal-setting, with space for evaluating each month, strategizing for the year and setting markers for where you want to be in January 2021. Every month includes two pages for reflection on what you learned, what you’re grateful for, etc. (these pages get nothing from me). Each week has a “Focus,” a place to list positive things that happened, an inspirational quote, to-do lists for Personal and Work goals, and a “Space of Infinite Possibility”—a blank span of white, index-card size, for whatever you want. Infinite possibility! Usually blank, in my planner, because I’m just trying to get through the week. The columns marking off days and hours and half-hours get filled up. I also use the back pages, of which there are many, for lists, budgets, and ongoing projects.

So the planner is like a back-up hard drive for details I need to keep track of. And passing minutes are like software, always running, always claiming my attention, always falling into patterns. Patterns become habits that can so easily sink into vast swathes of “wasted” time—hours that can’t be recalled or remembered but somehow, like the daily calories I consume, build my character for better or worse.

“Awake, O sleeper, and arise from the dead, and Christ will shine on you.”

Look carefully then how you walk, not as unwise but as wise, making the best use of the time, because the days are evil

(Eph. 5:14-16).

Look carefully. What did I purchase with spent minutes? How can I spend them more wisely this week, or next hour? Maybe the Passion Planner, for all its motivational claptrap, is right to prompt me to spend some time in reflection each month, “looking carefully” over the time recently traveled, considering where I went and how I got there. Isn’t that part of wisdom? Most of us, I suspect, are sitting on a mountain of wasted time. The good news is we all have unused time ahead, though no one can say how much. The days are evil, but if Christ is shining, there’s enough light in each hour make good use.

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Why Time?

The whole creation project hangs on it.  For anything to be created, there has to be the possibility of it not being created.  Anything that “comes to be” must come to be in time.  God is not an exception because he is automatically excluded; he doesn’t “come” to be; he just is.  Even describing him as eternal, as the classic confessions do, is inadequate.  Eternity has direction; it always goes forward (for everything except God), and going forward requires a sense of time.  Before creation, no time, though our minds are not able to grasp it.  We can’t even speak theoretically of it, without words like before, when, pre-, post-, or during barging into the conversation—try it.  We have to take God’s timelessness on faith because there’s no other way to take it, and yet no other assumption is possible.  His first creation was time.  Then imperishable spirits, then perishable matter.

He could have stopped with angels, with countless multitudes spun from his glory, giving back his praises, alive in endless bliss.

So why didn’t he?  Why does his Spirit hover at this turning called “the beginning,” brooding over darkness?  Why does the word come: “Let there be light”?  (Especially from one who already is light?)

How about this: He wants to tell a story.

To time he adds space: three actual dimensions to hold actual objects.  The first objects are foundational: earth and sky.  From there he builds up to relational and consequences and progress—things stir, grow, feed, reproduce—die? (Maybe not yet.)  A fabric of cause-and-effect covers the earth like a mat.  Sun meets bud—more flowers. Root meets earth—more grass.  Bull meets heifer—you get the idea.  What’s needed now is a willful being who will make real choices with real consequences, who will act and be acted upon, whose actions will form a coherent narrative with a beginning, a middle, and an end.

We call that a story.

Someone told me once, God loves a good story.  Don’t we all?

Some theologians speculate that Satan did not fall until after the creation of humans.  He rebelled not because of a desire to usurp the throne, but because of revulsion at being expected to serve these puny beings.  Humans were the prime cause of his defection, not the Almighty.  I don’t know if that’s true–Isaiah 14:12 suggests there’s more to it.  But it’s an interesting thought: what if Satan didn’t become part of the story until there was a story?  Then he assumed an antagonist role, infiltrated earth, told the biggest whopper of all time and bound himself to the consequences.  What if?

One common complaint about God—if he’s just up there somewhere, entertaining himself with our misfortunes like some Game of Thrones fan, then I want nothing to do with him.  But to say he loves a good story doesn’t mean we are a mere diversion.  It means that Story itself is far more significant than we ever thought, a grand sweeping narrative that is as much for us as it is for him.  It shapes us, makes us, and in the next life it will amaze us forever.

And it all began with Let there be . . .  Which may be another way of saying, Once upon a time . . .