Time Rushes By

I can’t imagine where winter’s gone. A few days ago I would swear I was home raking leaves onto a battered tarpaulin that has seen its better days, and now I’m watching D. L. Hughley crash and burn on the new season of Dancing with the Stars. I know that time is passing, because I set my clock to Daylight Savings Time, but this is ridiculous. Time is getting away from me at breakneck speed.

The psalmist asked for a favor. He prayed, “Lord, let me know my end, and what is the measure of my days; let me know how fleeting my life is” (Psalm 39:4).

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I guess it helps to grasp that life is brief, and to appreciate the fact that we have a limited amount of time to accomplish our life’s purpose here. It’s alright to waste a little time with friends when you need to chill, but waste too much and you may short-change yourself some priceless seconds you can’t get back at the end. Saul Bellow’s rallying cry for the fifties middle-class in America still fits. You’d better seize the day!