I’ve always loved chiming clocks– from the dear old clock at my grandparents’ house to the church bells that ring from our own school building at the start of the hour. A couple of weeks ago, on a bit of a whim, I downloaded an app that plays the classic Westminster chimes every fifteen minutes. I knew my high-tech shortcut wouldn’t have quite the gravity and richness of the grandfather clock in my memory, but I’ve been surprised at how much I’ve enjoyed it, all the same.
It’s made me notice and think about time in a way that I hadn’t before. It’s exposed two ways I think wrongly about time: I assume there will always be more of it, and I am careless with the opportunities of the day. Or I fear how quickly it is moving, and I stress when I can’t do in a day what God is working on over a lifetime.
Scripture cautions against both follies: “Be careful how you walk, not as unwise but as wise, making the best use of time, because the days are evil.” (Ephesians 5:15-16) And yet “Do not overlook this one fact, beloved, that with the Lord one day is as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day.” (2 Peter 3:8)
The steady ringing of the clock reminds me that time *is* passing, even though on certain homeschool days my feelings tell me otherwise. And it reminds me that time is not speeding up, even though on certain other days my feelings tell me otherwise.
And so I pray “Teach me to number my days, that I may get a heart of wisdom.” (Psalm 90:12) I am reminded to work hard and to work wisely, but to entrust the fruit of my labors to the sovereign God who holds all times in his hands.