Time

I am not good with “time” in the sense that I have a great deal of difficulty figuring out how long ago something took place. I am forever saying, “It was about two or three years ago” when, according to my Bride, the event to which I am referring was seven or eight years ago.

I know too many people who remember what happened “last year” or “a couple of years ago.” I am always amazed that they don’t remember when Neil walked on the moon, or Billy Graham held a meeting at Irving’s Cowboy Stadium, or the greatest running back in the NFL was Jim Brown.  I even hear myself talking about things that happened 40, 50, 60, years ago. It seems no one else seems to be thinking that far back.

I am attending a wedding today (March 21st). Day one! Wow! I am somewhere in the range of 18,500+ days since I walked down that aisle for the first time (I have had the opportunity to do it three times altogether and I am looking forward to the fourth).

I am reminded every day that time rushes by. Each year seems shorter than the one before, and soon, for me, time will end altogether, and I will enter the “Eternal Now” of God’s presence and our infinite forever with Him. What an incredible day that will be.

Not all of us have that hope, that promise, that certainty, that when time ends we will move beyond this limited existence to a restored reality in the New Heavens and the New Earth. Christ is coming (see Revelation 19), the Warrior King, and on His vestments the name Faithful and True, King of Kings and Lord of Lords, and He will establish a new Kingdom, destroying forever sin and death, and His Bride and He will sit down together at the Marriage Supper of the Lamb.

I don’t believe there will be “years” (only NOW) in Heaven. But if there were, I can hear myself saying, “Honey, do you remember three million, five hundred thousand, four hundred and sixty three years ago when Christ came for us?”