How time flies

The News (New Glasgow) - - FAITH & COMMUNITY - Mike Shin­druk Mike Shin­druk, Master’s Hand Min­istry

Wow, how time flies?

I know that ev­ery­one has heard a par­ent or grand­par­ent ut­ter th­ese words, fol­lowed by a semisi­lent sigh. I find my­self us­ing this, es­pe­cially at Christ­mas. It seems like only yes­ter­day I was putting the fin­ish­ing touches on a ma­jor home re­pair be­fore the hol­i­days ar­rived. Be­fore we know it, we are all plan­ning and dec­o­rat­ing for this year’s Christ­mas cel­e­bra­tions.

I re­mem­ber as a child wait­ing for the first snowflake to fall, so we could count­down to Christ­mas morn­ing. My sib­lings and me would be vi­brat­ing with an­tic­i­pa­tion of our dad putting up the tree, and lights so we could dec­o­rate.

De­cem­ber was the long­est month of the year, and the 12 days of Christ­mas seemed so long. The mag­i­cal morn­ing would ar­rive and we were up be­fore the crack of dawn. Why? Well it was be­cause Christ­mas had ar­rived. Pre­sents and pa­per were to be torn open. It was in those pre­cious few min­utes that we saw what we hoped were the wishes and wants. Watch­ing over us were my par­ents, through their weary sleep-de­prived eyes.

It wasn’t un­til we were much older did we re­al­ize the sac­ri­fices that our par­ents made, just so we would be happy. In later years, this his­tory would re­peat it­self as my wife and I would do the same thing for our chil­dren. Yes, we did what we could to make sure that Christ­mas morn­ing was mag­i­cal for our kids. We be­gan to un­der­stand what our par­ents and grand­par­ents meant by how quickly time flew. We had gone from be­ing kids with­out a care, to adults watch­ing and rac­ing to live by the clock. When we are chil­dren, the world is pro­vided for us, so the hours of the day are not watched or mea­sured. As we get older, our re­spon­si­bil­i­ties tie us to a watch on our wrist, and to the world’s dead­lines.

It seems that I pay more at­ten­tion to time as I age, be­cause I now have less of it left, than I have used. Christ­mas seems to be a mark where we can re­count the pre­vi­ous year to see how we fared out. This year I have wit­nessed pro­found changes in the lives of friends and loved ones. Some have come to the Lord, some have gone on to be with Him, and some have faced health chal­lenges and changes that make us stand still and eval­u­ate what is re­ally im­por­tant. I see God in so many of th­ese things, and I re­al­ize that He has had His hands on all of our lives.

Christ­mas is the per­fect time to sit in the dap­pled light of your dec­o­rated tree, rewind the tape, and give thanks. Marvel at what this child, Je­sus, was borne into, and how He changed the world.

Take a lit­tle time to give thanks, be­cause it re­ally does fly.

“It seems that I pay more at­ten­tion to time as I age, be­cause I now have less of it left, than I have used. Christ­mas seems to be a mark where we can re­count the pre­vi­ous year to see how we fared out.”

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