TIME. (An Uncharacteristically Philosophical Article.)


Time is a very strange thing. Human life is measured by it; but what does it mean?

A person may say, “I possess a certain amount of money; I have no means by which to get any more; and this sum will last me until such-and-such a date.”

But time continues to pass; and what does it MEAN? Is it more, or less, important to the person above described? Are moments more precious — or are they more monotonous? At what point does hope expire?

Perhaps these questions are meaningless. But the subject of TIME, nevertheless, is an intriguing one.

Consider Gollum’s riddle from Tolkien’s The Hobbit.


“This thing all things devours;

Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;

Gnaws iron, bites steel;

Grinds hard stones to meal;

Slays king, ruins town,

And beats high mountain down.”

From day to day, we are the same — and yet, in small ways or large ways, we change. There was something more comforting about seeing the number 12, standing for the month of December, on my computer’s clock.

Then, I looked — and I saw the number 1, standing for January, with nine days already passed away.

Do these passed days bring us nearer to something greater: a greater hope, a greater reality? Or do they merely tick away the seconds until an end?

Surely the end must still be comforting; since it will be, after all, so much greater a thing than life has been. To sit at Jesus’s right hand, with a host of angels grouped behind — no episode of life can compare to that.

Yet still we cling to life, and we count down its seconds with a morose sort of feeling. Perhaps we doubt our faith. Or perhaps we are merely human — and we suffer from moments of weakness.

The passing of time cannot be stopped. There is sadness at the end of each chapter; but with each new chapter, there is a strange sort of refreshment; a strange new hope.

The moment in which we find ourselves should be meaningful, though in the end we may not be able to remember it. And, most importantly: we must never lose our HOPE, both for the tomorrows of life, and for its end: which is, after all, only the beginning.


6 thoughts on “TIME. (An Uncharacteristically Philosophical Article.)

  1. When hope departs…what is really left? That’s why I always try to have at least some of it lying about because I don’t know what I would do without any. And having it also helps me pass the time! Time does seem to fly by for me these days. Can’t stop or slow it down. It really is relentless…this thing we call time.

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