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April 13, 2012

A Time, for Everything

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.

There's a time for everything.

Such beautiful wisdom offered by son of David, King in Jerusalem. His words are so lyrical and poetic, they give me a bit of melancholy. How often do we ponder of life, and our limited time on earth? The clock is always ticking, and the day is numbered.

We don't have forever.

There's a time for everything. How often do we forget, and lose sight of our time? Time flies, they say. It really does. I look back past my shoulder, and moments, by moments, rush through my memories. They keep coming in and flood my thoughts, filling me with a sense of age. So many things happened, so many things have past.

What is life?

A contrast. I see life as two opposing matters figuring out a way to reach a state of congruence. Life is, a work to discover a balance somewhere along the journey, to find a harmony between two antagonists.

There's a season for everything. One we can never guess. There's a season of mourning, and there's a season of jubilation. There's a time to search, and there's a time to give up. A time to tear, a time to mend.

But where do we draw the line? How are we then, as powerless and oblivious as we are, able to apprehend life's ways? Who are we to know what is when?

Ecclesiastes 3:11
He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.

None is able other than God. No being can fathom His work and His plan on earth. His time is set apart, incomprehensible by our barred knowledge. His thought is a sea of mystery far beyond what our little mind can grasp.

He's the Souvereign God. He rules in supremacy. What He chooses to reveal, He makes known to us. What He loves, He holds dear. And what's unsightly, He destroys. He is God.

At the end of it, I'll just sit back and wait for His time. I'll wait, patiently, and witness His beautiful work unravels before my eyes. I'll hang on to His promise, that everything will be made beautiful in its time. Everything.

I know, He is God.

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