Where does all the time go? This morning I’ve been writing for over an hour, and I didn’t get very far. Yet, I have to stop. I have a blog to post ;), and I have a meeting to go to, and I have papers to grade, and at some point, I should eat lunch.
But I know that if I had all the time in the world, I wouldn’t get anymore done. I need deadlines to be successful, and I need variety. As good as it sounds some days, like today, I could not write and read all day every day. I would kill someone, probably the man who drives the ice cream truck through my neighborhood on Saturdays at Noon because he’d be the only person I saw. That could be detrimental to my writing life in many more ways than time constraints are.
God is beyond time, so folks tell me, and I wonder what God feels like to never be constrained by these limitations. Does it frustrate God to not have something new to go to, or is it just nice to have all the time – whoops! no time in the world to do everything? Does God sit around wishing we’d transcend these limitations? Or does God value time, after all God created it? Why do we need time?
In the end, it’s all about praticality, right? We all have twenty-four hours in a day, as folks also tell me, and so I should quit whining and make do. But I do wonder if some day making do won’t be good enough and if God and I will have to have a serious chat about this whole clock thing.