Beginnings and endings, finite measures of years meted out for us again and again, season after season, generation after generation, age after age - all amount to little more than markers of time. The clock strikes and we call it an hour; a calendar page turns while a bud blooms or leaves fall or icicles grow, and we call it a season. A baby is born and we say it is a new generation; teens pound the sidewalk with their pants falling off and we say it is a lost generation; a grandfather dies and we say that he belonged to a good generation. Fashions, inventions, and empires rise and fall, and we call it an age.
In a world surrounded by measures of things begun and things ended, it is easy to forget the timeless eternity awaiting us as immortal souls. We only sojourn here, obedient to our positions on the musical score of life on earth, like notes on parchment, passionately scrawled onto staffs of the greatest symphony ever written. Yet the master composer is timeless in His timing, eternal in His positioning of notes, and unlimited in His creations.
We long for the infinite and seek to imitate it in every way; we build the tallest buildings, run the fastest mile, lift the heaviest weights, earn the most money, and do the best we can in achieving all our goals. Measures of time assist our journey by giving us a sense of stability, for which of us can really comprehend eternity? Which of us does not shudder at the thought that when this life is done, whatever comes next is for EVER?
Let us take into consideration the timelessness of Jesus Christ come to earth as a baby in a manger. Now is the season in which the eternal embraces the finite life of man; now is the generation of Life without end, the offshoot of Jesse; now is the age of Faith, Hope, and Love.
Wishing you all a very Happy New Year, with many blessings on your journey. Thank you all for being with me in varying degrees on mine. God Bless you Happy New Year!
