Ecclesiastes II
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: (Ecclesiastes 3:1 ESV)
What Time Is It?
One of my favorite toys was a red and blue plastic globe, with a few particularly shaped holes in it. Those holes lined up with plastic shapes. One shape per hole. One hole per shape.
I do not remember playing with it when I was very young.
But I enjoyed it a lot when I was a cynical teenager. I spent far too much time attempting to fit the wrong shapes in the wrong holes.
Ignoring this verse, I have also spent too much time attempting to fit events, choices, responsibilities, and activities in the wrong time hole.
God is the master time-keeper. He knows, because He created the universe, when it is time for me to act, and time for me to wait. He knows, because He loves me, when it is time for me to succeed, and time for me to fail. He knows, because He upholds every atom and every second, when it is time for me to inhale, and time for me to exhale.
Jesus knew this. He despaired in the Garden of Gethsemane. He wept when seeing Jerusalem during His last entry. He also wept when Lazarus, His best friend, died.
But Jesus trusted His Father… His Father’s plans… His Father’s timing. All the way through the Via Delarosa, Calvary, the full tomb, the empty time, His ascension, and His crowing as King.
We get to trust that keeper-of-time, too.