From one man he [God] made every nation of the human race to inhabit the entire earth, determining their set times and the fixed limits of the places where they would live… (Acts 17:26)
Scientists wanted to know if Einstein’s theory of relativity was true, so they placed an atomic clock, accurate to a billionth of a second, on an airplane. They flew the clock around the globe, then compared its time to another atomic clock. The times were different—proof that motion changes time.
Measuring beams that traveled near our heavy sun from the space probe Cassini, physicists demonstrated that gravity also alters time. Minutes and hours pass more slowly on a massive star than on earth, relative to motion and gravity.
Because my life is confined to a singular timed existence, I have difficulty grasping the elasticity of time. God, on the other hand, transcends his creation. He stretches and shapes time, portions it out, or removes its limits altogether, as he chooses. He is the Master of time.
When God blessed me with his endowment of time, he chose where I live on history’s timeline, the number of my days, and the rate at which time advances for me. It’s a personalized gift not to be taken for granted. The grains will run out, and sooner than I imagine. Another fifty have slipped through the hourglass in the time it took to write this sentence. The unequivocal reckoning is near.
“What did you do with my gift of time?”
That’s the question God will ask, and my excuses will hide me about as well as transparent glass.
What did I do with the bit of time I held in my hands? Did I squander it on pleasures that melted into oblivion the moment they passed, or did I intentionally bring eternal honor to Jesus Christ?
It’s better that I answer these questions now, while I still have time to change.
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Prayer: Master Creator, may I honor you through my allotted time. |