A Meditation on Time and Eternity
By Rita Davidson
Not long ago, I was sitting here on a day where the children were out enjoying themselves. It was the rare and first time the house was so quiet that I could hear the clock ticking.
Looking up from my chair, I pondered the noise. I looked at the clock as the minute hand sounded its way around the hour.
In a flash I realized how long we find time passing sometimes. Like a long check out line, or in a long traffic line up. How slow time passes when we are young and long for our life to start. How we can’t wait to have another birthday to reach that magic age that will somehow make things right?
It was then I took a closer look at the minute hand and realized with each tick, there was a second I would never see again. A second that was then and is no more. A second belonging to the long age of eternity, but never to be seen again. Life is bittersweet like that, isn’t it?
As I realized this in all it’s depth I realized how fast that second hand is actually moving. Tick tick tick…it moves us ever so closer to our destiny. Ever closer to our own death and the eternity beyond it. Are we prepared?
Our son Andrew is 12, and has autism. He struggles with understanding death, time, and God among other things. One day he suddenly became sad. I asked him what was wrong. He went on to tell me how as each minute is passing he will never see that moment again. He struggles with anything that marks time. New Years is another hard one for him. For him, he senses how fast this life is moving us towards our destiny.
What cares do we have if we are facing death at this moment? Do we care if it rains tomorrow, or what about that bill we forgot to pay. What about the car repair that came at the worst time for our budget. So much of the strife of our daily lives fall away to the important things when death is at our door…our faith, our children, etc..
I pray that I spend each and every second of my life at least pining away for a glorious eternity. Not an austere saint, but one filled with life and an equal balance of recreation and piety that seems to be so rare in these turbulent times.
Next time you are sorrowing from a loss, or from some frustration with time. Take a look at your nearest clock with a second hand. Take a close look at that ticking and how fast it is actually moving and remind yourself, each of those seconds brings us one step closer to God, what could we be doing right now to help our souls and the souls of our children make it there with us?
What do you think ? Leave me your comments and stories below ?
©Copyright 2012 Rita Davidson All Rights Reserved
Rita is a Catholic wife and mother of seven children. She reverted back to the faith when her oldest was making her First Communion. In 1996, Rita began ‘Little Flowers Family Apostolates’ to reach out to other families with her new found faith. In 1999, she wrote the bestselling, ‘Immodesty; Satan’s Virtue’. She was editor of ‘The Catholic Health Letter’ for 7 years. A homeschooling mom for 20+ years, she has been honored that families have trusted her with their questions, needs and concerns over the years. She continues to write and reach out to Catholic families with her husband, Mark and their 4 boys; through http://www.LittleFlowersFamilyPress.com
‘Man’s days are like grass: like the flower of the field he flourishes.’
‘For all flesh is as grass; and all the glory thereof as the flower of grass. The grass is withered, and the flower thereof is fallen away. But the word of the Lord endureth for ever. And this is the word which by the gospel hath been preached unto you.’
1 Peter 1:24-25
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