We are within it, captives to it, desperate to mask its effects. At its end we know there’s death – and not just for ourselves. Entropy drags every physical thing into its starving mouth, however slowly matter resists. There’s no cure for this mortal erosion.

Centuries ago (as we measure our stacks of days), on an entropic morning that would pass on like any other, one singular vacated tomb made a silent breach in the long slog of time. A glint of eternity – like a shard of glass catching the sun’s light in the middle of an asphalt road.

I used to snag on the notion of infinity (typically right before bedtime, when all the deep thoughts invade) – imagining it as time stretched forward, in the sense that we feel time working. Now I begin to think it’s an un-measurable thing: not at all tedious, for it has no link to time – to this shuffle toward an End – at all.

Jesus – God in flesh – knew infinity, but he came to die in this finite realm so that we might have a chance to take his hand, pulling us through the barrier of our choice to be fallen and decrepit. What is physical continues to fail and kill and deteriorate, but the soul in his care is preserved.

The sins that craft our slow demise no longer hold power. Though we have only a tenuous comprehension of the Forever hovering outside time’s cage, it’s still there. “He has also set eternity in the hearts of men…” (Ecclesiastes 3:11) Will we choose to believe it’s true?

Happy Resurrection Sunday, all. God bless.

3 thoughts on “Time

  1. This is an awesome post, but I have a difficulty with your question, “will we choose to believe it’s true?”

    My problem is with the idea of “choosing to believe” something.

    As a purely hypothetical mental exercise, think about this:

    Suppose I tell you that there’s a planet orbiting Alpha Centauri, and on that planet a race of orange-skinned beings live that have three legs and five eyes.

    Now, as an exercise, try to imagine yourself “choosing to believe” my claim. Can you?

    Perhaps if you were a very young child, you could do it. But I doubt even that. A child can believe in Santa Claus on the word of a person they view as an authority — like a parent or teacher. But even so, I don’t know that they really “choose” to believe. They just believe because in their experience, such authorities tell them true things, and they haven’t figured out how the world works yet. That kind of belief is just a sort of default position, not really a choice.

    If you really think about it, I think you’ll see that you cannot “choose to believe” my claim about orange-skinned tripod aliens. You might pretend to believe, you might even behave as if you believed, all the way to taking action, such as supporting efforts to communicate with them, or something like that. But you cannot really believe something, merely and only by an act of will — choosing to believe.

    1. I must say, I consider it huge praise if you think my post is awesome!

      But you really should know by now that I’m notoriously bad at taking any debate bait. 😉 Your alien reference does make me hanker to read A Wrinkle in Time again, though.

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