As humans, well as Westerners at least, we are very aware of the meaning of those words. Our lives are measured in seconds that hurry by us, never to return.
We buy anti-aging creams and invent Botox shots in a 21st-century quest for the Fountain of Youth. And still the seconds fly.
Time has been around a long time. We studied the Creation in Sunday school this week and talked with the kids about how God separated the light from the darkness, day from night, and set the seasons and months and years in motion. 2,400 seconds passed during the 40 minutes we had in Sunday School.
In my daily Bible reading, I’m nearing the end of the book, reading through Revelation. Today, in chapter 10, I ran across the words “time was up.” The Angel straddling land and sea, who talks to the seven thunders, says it is time for prophesy to be fulfilled.
The Bible clearly teaches that we don’t know the day and time of Christ’s return, but I know one thing. We’re a lot closer to it than the guys who wrote the Bible, and they expected him to return during their lifetimes…some 2,000 years ago. I think I did the math correctly that says that’s roughly 63,072,000,000 seconds.
The thing is, we don’t know how many seconds remain in front of us. Life is fragile. I was trying to remember scripture to remind us of that, but it’s something we all know. From news headlines to heartbreaking social media posts to our own grief, we all know that life is, as James 4:14 puts it, but a vapor that is here and then vanishes.
Psalm 90:12 says, “Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart full of wisdom.” I’m not trying to be morbid or to make any of us sad, but merely to remind us–you and me–that as Psalm 31:15 says our times are in God’s hands and while we are here, there’s still work to be done, God’s love to be shared, before there is no more time.