Victoria Advocate, A Different Perspective
Does anybody ever really know what time it is? This phrase reminds me of the song by Chicago, so popular in the seventies.
Yes, dating myself, but the brain retains far more trivia than we give it credit for.
Dave was gone for the better part of three days last week, helping our daughter with a bathroom remodel. I stayed behind as primary canine caregiver, but also had a lengthy to-do list. Of course, Daylight Savings Time occurred, and I had to reset the clocks.
Some were easy to update, but my Smartwatch and the lamp clock went on hold, since both required reading the directions again.
After another day (or two) passed, I fussed with the lamp clock and got the proper time set, only for it to read 18:55 the next morning. Later, it read 0:54. Hmm. Not the correct time in any world I knew. I sighed, turned the lamp around so I wouldn’t have to look at the oddball times. When I tackled it again, the clock had mysteriously reset itself, and it’s kept the correct time ever since.
My Smartwatch was also a challenge. Perusing the directions, I hopped down several bunny trails before I found the clock settings. I tapped on the glowing Chicago option many times, but nothing changed. Sighing again, I set it aside, thinking I would have to watch a YouTube video for help. Not that it’s ever an exact solution. What usually happens when I resort to YouTube is I learn just enough to bumble my way through.
Watch in hand, I typed in “changing the time on a Smartwatch,” only to realize my Smartwatch was also showing the correct time.
I once had a boss who insisted gremlins visited the electronics while we slept. In this case, it seemed to apply.
Now all my clocks and watches show the correct time. Nevertheless, I wonder if I really know what time it is.
Meanwhile, our son returned from Brazil. We enjoyed our usual Sunday visit. He brought a big slab of salmon. I made veggies to go along with it and air-fried mini potatoes. The boys and I played Tango, a game where we pieced specific images out of triangular shapes.
The evening flowed along as usual until two things happened simultaneously. The magic hour of “tablet time” for the boys commenced, and Phil made a phone call. When he motioned for us to come near, I saw where he’d called his wife, who is still in Brazil.
During our conversation, the boys slammed the door, and I missed part of what she was saying. I sensed it was important, so I asked her to repeat it. So glad I did.
She joyfully informed us that the U.S. government had approved her visa, and she’ll get to visit for the first time in April. We whooped and hollered and happy danced all over the place. I was teary-eyed the rest of the evening and couldn’t stop smiling. It’s been a long wait, but the timing couldn’t be more perfect.
It reminded me of the Lord’s coming. He walked the earth once, almost two thousand years ago. Before He left, however, He promised He’d come again. Except that was a long time ago, and people forget. Or they may have believed it once, but not anymore.
Or they know nothing about it. Nothing new about any of those responses … unless you understand the signs of the times.
If I know anything at all about the Lord, He keeps His promises. He won’t be late either. Just like his birth, he’ll arrive at the exact right time down to the nanosecond. The only question that remains is if we’ll be ready. Might be a subject to look into. Where you spend eternity hinges on how you answer.
Do you know what time it is?