…Just a Moment…
It is lunch time. The weather is fine. Unfortunately, my mind is not. So I decide to get some fresh and cool air outside of our office. I miss the days in Suban, when I could just put on my running shoes, take my ipod, and then run under the sun until all the stress gone.
Well, I cross the road and see a green field. Interesting. So I walk there.
It is a cemetery, actually. A burial ground. So quiet. And tidy. Everything looks good. Flowers, fresh flowers, are in front of each grave. Names are written on the stones. Somebody must have taken care of these graves.
Then something comes across my mind. A thought I got from a book that I haven’t finished. "IT’S NOT ABOUT ME", by Max Lucado. In one chapter, he says that a man looks at time as a line. As a sequence. God does not. He see time as a dot. He does not see sequences. For God, it is never "was". For God it is always present, because He is not bounded by time. He see the beginning and the end as one point. He see the birth and the death of a man in one frame. It is not an easy idea to be accepted by human logic.
For a man, life is seventy years. For God, it is only a moment. Just a moment.
Life is just a moment. So, why would I waste it?
I will stand my sorrow for a moment.
I will endure the heavy work for a moment.
I will fight my body sickness for a moment.
Isn’t it great how God gives hope when I see a grave?
