Tempus Fugit

The word “time” makes it’s way into a plethora of expressions. “Time Flies” (in the title in Latin!)  is possibly my current favorite given how fast my kids seem to have grown up. It’s on my brain a lot lately at the speed of 10 RT’s an hour. We should make that a legal tender measurement. “Random Thoughts per hour”. Who’s with me? No time like the present.

I was in the book of Revelation and chapter 20 verse three uses the phrase “little season” or modern translation is “short time”. And I’m wondering, what does God view as a short time? To me, short or long is sometimes dependent on which side of the bathroom door I’m on.  There are days time is of the essence. The word “little” comes from the Greek word “mikros” where we get our word microscopic. So here, little is really little! “Season” is from “chronos” that we have adapted over time into the word chronological. It simply means a space of time, a season, or a space. But there’s a deeper meaning to chronos. The extended word has the connotation of an individual opportunity by an implied delay. Basically, use every moment when you find you have time on your hands.

Joshua has a whole book named after him. Pretty cool for the guy who was in charge after Moses. Tough act to follow, that one. He hit the big time and actually got to talk to God. Face to face.  But before God called him home, Moses passed the proverbial mantle on to Joshua.  A warrior. A man of faith. A man ahead of his time. (ten spies. eight freaked out. not Josh. Not Caleb. ringing any bells?) So after they mourn Moses for 30 days out of respect and I’m hoping love and admiration, Josh tells them, the time is ripe. Let’s roll.

To get into the promised land, they first have to cross a river. Ringing any bells? The generation before had to do the same thing. Fortunately, it didn’t come down to third times a charm. Now the promise is given to Josh that as soon as the soles of the priest’s feet who carry the Ark of the Lord rest in the water of the Jordan, the water will be cut off and shall stand in a heap. Cool. So the priests walk in with the ark and stand in the running water. And stand. And stand. And stand.

The water was heaped up, yes, but it was piled upriver in a  town called Adam. I like the irony of that.  33 miles of river. And the priests stood. And the people stood. And Josh stood. And they all had to watch as 33 miles of river went by before they could cross over. Some of them had to be wondering if Josh had finally lost his marbles. How much time did it take? They had to bide their time doing nothing but standing in obedience waiting on the promise.

So what was their opportunity given to them by the delay?  Their testimony. Any one of them could have broken formation and backed away. They didn’t. The river was high that time of year. Overflowing. They could have drowned. But they didn’t.

Hold fast. In a matter of time, the river of your life will heap up. Dry ground for safe passage is coming. When the Israelites were over on the other side safely, the priests went back into the dry river bed and placed memorial stones. Once they had cleared out, then the river came rushing back in. God’s promise is not that there won’t be danger. If we put our feet where we are supposed to, when we are supposed to we are safe. They carried His glory in the Ark. The weight of His glory and His promise of safety was enough to carry them into the Promised Land. The memorial stones were their testimony as to what God had done for them. Our testimony is required of us more than ever where the danger is greater.

They crossed over prepared for battle. They knew it wasn’t enough to walk through to the promise, they would need to take possession of it. Sometimes we are freely given things of God: grace, love, mercy, long suffering. These we can not obtain ourselves. But with those things comes the strength to posses His promise that we can claim our territory through His strength.

Time will tell how long I get to be on this Earth. for now I’m having the time of my life. I want my testimony to stand the test of time. And God will heap the river for me, always in the nick of time.

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