I remember my grandfather telling me that the older you get the faster time flies. Laughing at him at the time I thought it was another one of his little stories he loved telling.
Just the other day I caught myself telling one of my grandchildren, “The older you get the faster time flies.” Then it occurred to me. I am my grandfather. I am not sure how I got here, but here I am.
I was complaining about this the other day to the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. Normally, I try not to do any complaining in her presence. She has the ability of turning my complaint upside down and confusing me to the extent that I have no idea what I am complaining about.
In my complaint I said, “Where does time go?”
“Where,” my wife said rather sarcastically, “do you want time to go?”
I had to stop and think about that one. To be rather honest, I do not know where I want time to go. The only thing I do know is, I do not want it to go by so fast. Why can’t time slow down just a little bit, especially as I get older.
In my confused state of mind my wife said, “Would you do me a favor and go to the grocery store and pick up some items? I just don’t have enough time to do it myself.”
As I was headed out the door, I heard her say, “And hurry, I need that stuff for this evening.”
In Pennsylvania we have an old saying that says, “The hurrier I go the behinder I get.” Believe me, much of my life has been in the behinder category.
I looked at the list and there were about 12 items she wanted me to get at the grocery store.
Starting up the first aisle, I grabbed for the shopping list to see what my first item would be. I checked my shirt pocket, no shopping list. I searched all of my pockets and much to my chagrin, no shopping list.
I thought I could do everything from memory. After all, I do not use my memory that often so I should be in good standing.
I threw about six items in the shopping cart and then looked at my watch. I was running out of time. Time goes so quickly when you are trying to remember something, especially your wife’s shopping list.
Knowing there were around 12 items on the shopping list I sank into panic mode. What were those other six items? For the life of me, I could not remember.
I tried to put in things I thought were on the list, but it was getting late. Time was running out.
Then I did something I would later regret. Headed towards the checkout line, I passed the bakery where they had Apple fritters on sale. Without even stopping I grabbed two apple fritters and threw them in the shopping cart.
When I brought all the items from the grocery store and put them on the kitchen table, my wife looked them over and informed me that I only got two items on her list. “Why didn’t you get the rest of the items?”
All I could say was, “I’m sorry, time got away from me.” Believe me when I say, that will be the last time I use that excuse.
I could not help but think of a verse of Scripture. “To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.” (Ecclesiastes 3:1).
Everybody has the same amount of time. It’s how you use that time that really makes the difference. Time, as I have discovered, is no excuse for not getting something done.
Rev. James L. Snyder is pastor of the Family of God Fellowship, 1471 Pine Road, Ocala, FL 34472. He lives with his wife, Martha, in Silver Springs Shores. Call him at 1-866-552-2543, 352-687-4240 or e-mail firstname.lastname@example.org. His website is www.jamessnyderministries.com. The church website is www.whatafellowship.com.
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