A Moment

Hello Friend,

Come on in and have a seat by the fire. Would you like something warm to drink?

I’m listening to gentle piano music this morning as the sun tries to shimmer through grey skies. And I’m thinking about Time. How we, in the western world at least, think of time as linear, when so often it’s not.

Time’s pulse is steady, regular. Second follows second. But it is lived in moments, chunks, seasons.

Breaths. 

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Our culture thinks of time in terms of schedules and deadlines. I suppose those things are necessary in their way. I wonder if God thinks of time the same way we do.

And there was evening and there was morning, one day.

Genesis 1:5

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We have our days, framed by the rising and the setting of the sun. Our bodies keep us on a regular hungry schedule. Those things are a given. But there are moments between those routine beats that colour the weft and warp of time.

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When I study the sky or the petals of a rose, when I get engrossed in a book or absorbed in my writing, all time melts away in that one moment. When I encounter something too difficult to bear, time is suspended while the clock records each laborious tick. The enchantment of time lies in its series of moments. Not minutes. Not hours.

Moments. Of joy, of wonder, of grief, or pain.

Or pandemic.

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And moments pass. This one will too.

Thanks for listening to my thoughts on this cozy morning by the fire.

Stay safe out there, and see you next time.

Joy

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