By Judy Brandon: Local columnist
Here it is, nearly the middle of October, and before we know it, Christmas will be upon us. It seems that this year, as the saying goes, “has just flown by.”
I think about what the Psalmist wrote when he was thinking about time and how his little short life fit into the whole scope of eternity. He said: “My times are in your hands” (Psalm 31:15). I know that is true.
Our times are in his hands. Time goes by and we can do nothing about it and … our lives are short. Moments add up to hours, and hours accumulate to days, and days go into years, and years stack up to decades, and decades turn into centuries, and centuries become millenniums.
Where does that time go? I read about a study that investigated how Americans spend their time. This study polled 600 people and the result of the poll was published in a national magazine. It said that the average American today in a lifetime will spend four long years doing housework, five years just waiting in line or six years just eating.
Time goes on regardless of how we spend it. People come in and out of our lives. Sometimes we see special connections with people we have known through the years.
I was speaking to a women’s group about three years ago. In that group were two special people. One was a lady with whom I had taught years ago before we had our children. In fact, when I knew that Annie was on the way, she was my best friend at the school and she was the first to know outside our family the good news that a baby was on the way.
At the same meeting, a lady who was a nurse sat across from my friend. It just so happened that this nurse had been on duty and cared for Annie the night one of her children was born.
Since time really does seem to fly, I have sighed, looked back and thought, “Where did all that time go?” Much of the individual moments seem to be a blur.
When we look back across time, we usually focus on the defining moments in our lives or those moments that made a significant impact in our lifetime. I read today a headline that said, “Bush faces a defining moment for the party.” Another read several years ago, “Terror threats … defining moments of our time.”
Yes, there are all kinds of defining moments in our lives no matter how fast time may seem to go.
But in looking at moments of my life, I have to tell you that the most defining moment in all my life was when I came to know Jesus Christ as a personal savior.
There came a moment in my life when I had to accept Jesus or reject him and that was the defining moment that sealed my life for eternity. I seized on that moment.
I will never forget, as a little girl in a church service in Kansas City, Kan., where my father was preaching. It was a Sunday night service, and it seemed that for some reason when he said that all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God (Romans 3:23), I knew that meant me.
So I accepted Christ. That night, I became a child of God and was born into God’s family. That defining moment made a difference for me for all eternity.
Judy Brandon is a Clovis resident. Contact her at: