When Time Stands Still.

Is this a good thing or a bad thing?

The ticking and clicking.

Of the clock on the wall.

The tocking and blocking.

Of the clock on the wall.

Used to be, we did not rush around so much in the never ending. Haze of confusion. In a haze of a haze of a haze of a haze as the day and the days passed by.

Now. We do.

Half the time, we may not even know what we are doing, where we are going. How we got there.

We just got there.

No rhyme. No reason.

No way.

Yes. Way.

Reputations have a way of sneaking up on us.

Unless of course we heed His word. Of calm resolve.

There is a world of difference between getting it right and getting it wrong. And then there is the somewhere in between.

The somewhere in between right and wrong…In the blink of an eye, in one frozen moment, things can be the same or they could be the world of difference between best and better.

In the meantime, oftentimes, we just punt.

With no real plan or idea of knowing what we are doing. Wrongly or rightly. The moment became past due and we were left scrambling for the reasons, explanations and wonderments of what just happened.

In the blink of an eye, everything changes. And. Nothing changes. Habits die hard in the face of defeat. The fact of the matter, is we changed, a lot. Quite a bit. Most importantly, so did the lense with which we “saw” stuff. Fear became the cornerstone of an existence built on trying to figure out what went wrong. Life is easy when things go right.

We thought we escaped. From it all. From her. From him. The unforced error is the unforced error. Who owns it is left to the line judge and the keen eye. The keen eye of submission or surrender, that is the keenest of all judgments in His keen eye.

We daudle along, with our self-importance and self-confidence tightly in tact. Until and when we are tested beyond our capabilities.

We drown in our own self pity. Because we fell short. Of the expectations. Whose? Who knows. Because the expectations are everywhere.

And we failed to get that they also are,

Nowhere.

Unless we focus on what it’s important.

We sometimes spend a lifetime.

A lifetime.

Attempting to figure this out. In some cases, the outcome comes too late for a resolution to make it “all better.” We forgot we were in control of making ourselves, “all better.” Stead, we acted like the child inside never grew up. And. We banked on it too.

Figuring that numbers do not lie, as we had often been told. We were all o.k., which we may not have been, but we decided to believe in the something “bigger” than ourselves and all we did.

Was.

Stumble.

We may have foolishly hoped we would stumble upon the treasure chest, or the gold mine, or most importantly,

A clue.

As to who holds our future in the palm of His hands.

We forgot. To do right by one another, ourselves and the guy or gal two doors down, five doors down, a block over—- you get the point.

He. Kept at us. Thank God. He knew He would win. He. Banked His life upon it. Not so all the riches in the whole world or people in the world would fall at His feet.

So.

We. Would dutifully use ours—our hands and feet—-to walk the walk in His representation, in the eyes and ears and minds of our bretheren. For peace and unity.

Yep.

He had these expectations. For us. In us. To do the right thing. Even if and when we were too tired, too bored, too excited or whatever—to do so.

We cannot outsmart Him.

We cannot.

He knows a fraud the minute one may saunter up. To pretend to know His expectations.

He carried a very, very heavy cross, a very, very heavy burden in the name of,

us.

The least we can do is get the potatoes out of our ears and think about our next “move” cautiously, carefully, lovingly. In the spirit of togetherness.

This idea: That changes can all happen in an instant.

Or.

They can happen in a mind numbing delay of whodunnits.

Is always up to Him. We have choices. We play along. Or. We do not play along. We ask.

”What is in it for me.”

Denial is a path. Lonely and baron. Ignorantly uninformed, too.

And. At times it is necessary to shake the apple cart on its side.

Time is not always on our side.

In the blink of an eye. Life can change. Lives can change. Makes very little difference who is holding the “cards” and the “carts” at certain points in time.

The narrow path of belief separates the belief system from the believers. Those who stand the test of time.

Stand the test of time.

Even if and when the feet get sore. The hands get tired, cut and blistered.

He carried a cross and a burden of many,

For us.

Let’s just say. That gives Him street cred over our ignorance and stupidity. And. Even then. He forgives our ignorance and stupidity.

He listens.

We hedge.

He listens.

We hedge again.

He listens.

We hedge against our weaknesses.

He listens.

He carries our burdens with and in Him until we come to our senses.

He. Wants more for us. On His terms. The old ways and by ways are the problem, not the solution.

His unselfishness is the reason. His denial of His life screamed,

I am here for you.

Always.

So.

Will the mean-spirited, please step up to the plate. At least give it a swing. For the whole hearted, instead of the few mean-spirited. One cannot run and hide forever.

A lie has speed, but truth has endurance.

Life can be a tiring marathon. Those who yield and wait with hands and feet in His representation. May never have to run away again. Who will run? How will it happen?

Only God Knows.

Reminder: The marathon of life is better informed with solid footing. Shoes don’t make the difference around the tracking of a life well lived.

He does.

Bared feet and scarred hands do the job better as they are reminders of the suffering endured by his denial of all things Him. For us.

And.

In the spirit,

Of all things,

US.

In Him.