What a beautiful day! The sun is bright. The snow is pure. The ground is blanketed under the soft white fluff and the trees are as still as they can be. Serenity. The only busyness going on is the ever-changing hovering of chickadees at the birdfeeder. Through the window near my desk, looking out at the snowdrifts surrounding the "Hobbit Hole," I see evidence of pending "peace on earth, good will toward men." It is an "all is calm, all is bright" sort of day. Oh, if we could only adjust these moments--pause the slideshow, so to speak.
I have always been intrigued by the concept of timelessness and tend to believe that it is as close as we can get to fathoming what God's time is really like. Sequential timelines, I believe, were contrived in our attempt to comprehend the incomprehensible and perhaps as a means for learning from our mistakes. But how could that which always was and always will be, what has no beginning nor any end, be contained in such a way?
There are timelines for everything. They measure days, weeks, months--eras and ions! They dictate our growing up and our growing old. They can be stifling or stimulating, depending on our attitude. They do offer an opportunity to retrace history in hopes of improving the future. How is that working for us, I ask?
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