Get me to the air­port on time

Record Observer - - Religion - Dr. James L. Sny­der is pas­tor of the Fam­ily of God Fel­low­ship, Ocala, FL 34483, where he lives with his wife. Call him at 1-866-552-2543 or email jamess­ny­der2@att.net. His web­site is www.jamess­ny­der­min­istries.com.

I was off to the air­port on another trip. I started out early, ar­rived at the air­port on time, but when I ar­rived the plane had can­celed and I had to ap­ply for another plane. The next plane headed for my des­ti­na­tion was about two hours away. This would, in fact, make me miss my con­nect­ing flight.

I sup­pose I ought to be grate­ful that I was able to catch a later flight. It gave me some time to sit in the air­port with noth­ing to do but think. Talk about a bor­ing af­ter­noon!

One of the things I thought about was never fly­ing again. But, ne­ces­sity is the mother of in­con­ve­nience, or some­thing like that.

While I was think­ing in the air­port, I thought of a wise old man who, wax­ing philo­soph­i­cal, once said, “Time waits for no man.” I know he was wise be­cause he did not in­clude women in his ob­ser­va­tion. Al­though time will wait for no man, it has a dif­fer­ent ap­proach to women.

Usu­ally speak­ing, a man wel­comes the passing of time. Proudly he dis­plays those wrin­kles and cal­luses as marks of man­hood. Un­til re­cently, gray hair was a crown of author­ity. Even Solomon, the wis­est man said, “The hoary [gray] head is a crown of glory, if it be found in the way of right­eous­ness” (Proverbs 16:31 KJV).

The grayer the head, the wiser the man. Al­though, I must con­fess I have seen my share of in­tel­li­gencechal­lenged gray-headed men.

A woman, how­ever, has an al­to­gether dif­fer­ent phi­los­o­phy when it comes to time. As a man with gray hair, I do not fully un­der­stand their phi­los­o­phy.

I sup­pose there are some men who would like to be 25 again. Most men, how­ever, are happy to be as old as they are. Women are dif­fer­ent. They live upon the con­cept of age­less beauty. Who am I, as a man, to counter that phi­los­o­phy?

I dis­cov­ered this many years ago. A woman ca­su­ally asked me how old I thought she was. I have long since dis­cov­ered that this is no ca­sual ques­tion and she is not look­ing for ex­act in­for­ma­tion. I, at the time, took it as a chal­lenge and tried to guess her age. Wrong! I have since learned that the cor­rect re­sponse to this ques­tion is, “Why, you don’t look a day over 25.” I do not know ex­actly what that means, but I have of­ten got­ten smiles from this re­sponse. No mat­ter how old the woman is, in her mind she is still 25. The man has a dif­fer­ent idea. “I’m 60,” he will boast to who­ever will lis­ten, “and I can still do a whole day’s work.” Then he will go out and throw his back out just to prove it.

Time has a dif­fer­ent ef­fect upon a man as it does upon a woman.

There is noth­ing wrong with try­ing to look younger. I sup­pose it is an eas­ier task to do if you are a woman than if you are a man.

Ev­ery morn­ing be­fore I leave the house I try to make my­self as non­scary to the pub­lic as I pos­si­bly can. I will scrape my face, pat down my hair, and douse my­self with af­ter­shave and in 10 min­utes, I am done and ready for the world.

I have no­ticed that the Gra­cious Mistress of the Par­son­age takes a lot longer than 10 min­utes to get ready to face the world. I must ad­mit she does a very good job of it, but I also must ad­mit it takes a long time and it seems each year it gets longer.

I do not want to call at­ten­tion to my­self. I just want to get through the day and back home again. I know I am not as young as I used to be but I take con­so­la­tion in the fact that I am older than I used to be. And hand in hand with good old Fa­ther Time, I have walked down the won­der­ful time­line.

For me per­son­ally, I like to cel­e­brate each birth­day as a once-in-al­ife­time celebration. My goal in life is to get as old as I pos­si­bly can, and with the good help of Fa­ther Time, I am well on my way. Time has not stood still for me, for which I am most thank­ful.

Just like get­ting to the air­port on time for my flight, I want to be on time for ev­ery­thing happening in my life. I do not want to miss a thing. Too of­ten peo­ple look back­ward, stum­ble over to­day, find them­selves in to­mor­row and do not know how they got there. I want to en­joy the time I have in real time.

There is no time like the present to en­joy. Mem­o­ries are won­der­ful. Aspirations are de­light­ful. But, noth­ing can take the place of right now.

The Bible has a lot to say about time. We are in a time­line es­tab­lished by God and it will not slow down un­til we come to the end. The apos­tle Paul un­der­stood this when he wrote, “And that, know­ing the time, that now it is high time to awake out of sleep: for now is our sal­va­tion nearer than when we be­lieved” (Ro­mans 13:11 KJV).

There is no time like the present and as some­one said, “This is the first day of the rest of my life.” I am go­ing to cel­e­brate my “Now” with all the en­ergy I have.

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