Oh how quickly the miraculous passes to the mundane, the healing to the hearing of the alarm clock. Time moves on and we and our emotions in lock step to it. It is disconcerting to once weep with healed loved ones and moments later satisfy hunger pains by eating an apple—absurd you think and oddly unrighteous you feel. But time is itself a miracle, conceived and invented so that we might be, for without it there is nothing there for us to be—in. And even as we tiredly reach to turn off the alarm we marvel at human’s ingenuity of creating devices to measure time and rudely awaken us to a new time; day; “This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.” I told you time gave us a place to be “in it” but also a place to be with The Being to rejoice and be glad with.
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| Last Sundays hike in time. |
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