Good morning. (Normally I don’t start a blog with reference
to the time – 6:00 a.m. – but it’s relevant here.) This
is just a quick reminder that each moment is precious. Not only that, but each moment is precious in
two ways, first, practically, and second, spiritually. I will touch upon the practical first. This morning when I woke up, earlier than
usual I’m pleased to say, I wasted a few minutes here and a few minutes
there. In all, I might have lost fifteen
minutes. That is fifteen minutes I won’t
get back. Fifteen minutes I could have
used to get something done that would have made my morning easier and less
stressful. Fifteen minutes that would
have made me feel better about myself.
I’ll still get
done what I want to get done. And
there’s no point in beating one’s self up for what cannot be changed, but I
mention this for me, not for you, because I am a notorious time waster. A couple of minutes here, a couple of minutes
there, and…BAM!...I’ve lost 30 or 60 minutes.
It’s not that
every single moment has to be productive, but if time really is precious, like
money, or more than money, can I afford to squander it? I suppose all of us could work non-stop all
day long and that’s not what I’m arguing for here. What I am arguing for is awareness and presence. Is
whatever I’m doing at the moment the best use of my time?
For example, during
my writing time this morning, I found myself absentmindedly cutting the
unnecessary edges from the box-top vouchers so that they all looked nice and
orderly. Then I recycled the offending
edges into my recycle bin. I suppose
this gave me some sense of satisfaction.
The box-tops will go to the school and
they will look tidy. It doesn’t get much
better than that. And yet…and yet…I
could hear that still small voice saying, “This is nice, but is it the best use of your time?”
It’s not that
there is never a time to be anal-retentive.
It’s not that there’s never a time to take a nap or read a comic book or
play Panda Pop on my phone. There can and should be time for these kinds
of activities…maybe just not at 5:45 in the morning when I have three pages of
journal to fill, a lunch to pack, and a shower to take (along with a much
needed shave).
I’ve mentioned
before that it’s often the small choices that do us in…or lift us up. It’s the five minutes here and the five
minutes there that can make all the difference.
This is why I bring a book wherever I go. This is why I listen to something instructive
while in the shower or on the way to work.
Just twenty minutes a day of adds up to two hours a week. This blesses me and it allows me to bless
others when I share something new I’ve learned.
This is why the practical use of time is precious. It can become a blessing to others and to
ourselves.
It is also
practical on a spiritual plane. Time is
a gift from God. When I use my time
well, I feel better about myself. But I
also realize, as I said, it’s a gift from God.
Why would God give me a gift?
Maybe He wants to see how I will use it.
There are few things more regretful and frustrating than giving a gift
to someone, a gift that I planned out in advance and gave great thought and
care in the giving of, only to see the recipient put it away in a closet or
(and I saw this once) give it to charity and announce cheerfully, not
remembering it came from me, “I’m glad I got rid of that!”
Maybe God wants us
to see that He’s given us the gift of time, not just so we can be practical
(although obviously practicality has its place), but precisely because it is
precious. It’s more precious than gold
because not one single moment can be replaced or retrieved. And here’s the thing. Because it’s a gift, we are free to use it
however we want. God’s only hope in this
is that we enjoy each moment and that we recognize the sacredness of what we’ve
been given. Each moment is an opportunity to improve life for others or for
ourselves, even to change life altogether.
Each moment is an opportunity to learn, to enjoy, to work, to live, to
love. Each moment is an opportunity to Get Started and to Keep Going.
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