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Remember when you were a child? When half-an-hour felt like forever? When five years difference in age was practically unbridgeable? When "next year" may as well mean next lifetime? I'm not sure how it occurs, but somewhere after you leave school, all the hands on all the clocks begin to spin. Or I should say, all the numbers on the LCD digital display start flipping faster.
Time flies, and I'm not keeping up with it. It's like practicing music with a metronome. No matter how fast I play, it seems as if the beat is always accelerating, as if the tempo is picking up. I wonder if God experiences time that way. Sure, he created it, and he has sovereignty over it just as he does over everything else. But the snowball of human history is rolling down the hill, knocking over whatever and whoever is in its path.
The Scriptures tell us "with the Lord one day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years is like one day" (2 Peter 3:8). I'm curious if that's how it will be for us once we crash through history's glass ceiling and are born into eternity. Is life on the other side really so limitless? I hope so, mostly because I'm tired of hitting my head -- and my heart -- against a brick wall of stress and hurry.