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Time: The Clock Is Ticking
It was midnight. The clock was ticking loud, sounding like the thumping heartbeat of a racehorse. Had that infernal clock been chasing after something?
Strange, I thought, very strange. A shiver slipped its way up my spine. I turned over to pull the covers closer to my chest as the clammy coldness crept over me. The ticking of the clock grew louder and louder, faster and faster. I was encased in a cocoon of sleep, but I could hear the rapid rhythm of its tick-tock, tick-tock.
It was throbbing in my ears: Louder and louder, faster and faster. My tongue felt all furry and swollen. An icicle of fear formed in my throat as I groped around the darkness searching for understanding. I could find it nowhere.
Suddenly I jerked up and started running. My legs worked like pistons while my arms hammered up and down, up and down. With my fists clenched in knotted tension, I pumped harder and harder. I expected to gain some distance from the incessant ticking of the clock, but it seemed the more effort I put forth the more I remained in the same spot.
I desperately wanted to escape the constant noise of the pounding clock, but it kept following and tracking me down. It had become a horrid thing in my ears, crashing through me and coming back in an endless wave of echoes. It would not leave me alone. It was madness for it seemed to be alive, taunting me with its racehorse heartbeat and its grinning face that illuminated the passage of time in fractions of seconds.
I woke up in a fright. A gasp wrenched its way out of my mouth. The icicle in my throat had formed into a large lump that required several difficult swallows before it melted away. A thin sheen of perspiration lay on my skin like mystic dew. I sat up on the edge of the bed and took inventory of my surroundings. I drew several deep breaths as I tried to focus my thinking on all the ideas that had been unleashed.
What am I doing with my life? Is it rushing by me in a swirl of activity that could be nothing but exercises in futility? While reflecting on the depth of those questions, the clock just keeps ticking.
For each of us, there is no letup or respite. The ticking clock holds sway over us as it haunts our days and nights. Our lives unfold like disappearing smoke, but we only mull over how we are actually filling our minutes and hours when we approach milestones like birthdays and anniversaries. Both those markers occur this week, which explains why time has been on my mind; mix in the fact that the finish line for the 30 Hubs In 30 Days is looming.
Time Is Life
Like it or not, my Calendar stakes its claim on me as it slots my life into a series of meetings, appointments and deadlines that come and go, then come and go again.
Try as I might, it is an impossibility to put the brakes on the perpetual nature of time. No one can stop time. No one can even slow it down. Steve Miller put it well: “Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin' into the future…”
Time just keeps turning in on itself so that our yesterdays blend into our tomorrows as today hurries past. What are we doing with time? As each day ticks away from sunrise to sunset, what captures our attention?
Of all the choices we have to make, what we do with time is fundamental. How we invest our seconds, minutes and hours is how our lives will be measured. Time is life. Period. No ifs, ands or buts.
We have a tendency to get caught up in the obsessed tyranny of our culture. We are fed a steady diet of self-fulfillment, so we pursue goals toward that end. We become so consumed with the urgency that we miss what is really important.
Only One Life
The clock is ticking, so what choices will we make?
Jesus of Nazareth had some radical ideas about living life. His words challenge us: “If you cling to your life, you will lose it; but if you give it up for me, you will find it.”
In essence, time must be put into the perspective of eternity.
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