Sun, April 30, 2017
Our Tragic Waste of Time
One thing taught large in the Holy Scriptures is that while God gives His gifts freely, He will require a strict accounting of them at the end of the road. Each man is personally responsible for his store, be it large or small, and will be required to explain his use of it before the judgment seat of Christ. . .
First, there is time. None of us has much of it. The crow that flaps across the meadow will probably live longer than the oldest one of us. The tree that shades the sleepy cow in the pasture may have looked down on our grandfather when he was a boy, and it may remain to watch the passing of our reason for our making the most of what we have. Yet how many hours have we spent doing nothing or doing the wrong
thing. Our cynical waste of precious time could be a reason for our not having more of it given to us, who knows? Jesus once said, “Gather up the fragments that remain, that nothing be lost.”
Time wasted is lost beyond recall. While we sympathize with the emotional content of the old song,
“Backward, turn backward, O time, in your flight,”
it is yet hard to conceive of a more futile appeal. Time does not run backward. The old man does not become young, the young man becomes old. So it has
always been and so it will ever be. The bird of time flies past us and is gone; “the leaves of life keep falling one by one, the wine of life keeps oozing drop by drop.” We must work while it is called today.
What I mean, brothers, is that the time is short. . . .
First Corinthians 7:29a
Jesus had no more time in His sojourn on earth than most of us. He had less years than most of us have already lived. Knowing full well the brevity of His earthly life and the value of His time, He spent so much of it in discipling the Twelve.
Lord, I'm a waster of time. Forgive me. May I treat each day, each hour as a gift from You to invest for You.