November 7 – “Daylight Losing Time”

 

 

Daylight Losing Time.  Wouldn't that be what they should call it when we turn the clocks back to what they started as last April?  It would be from one perspective, I guess.  Of course the more significant perspective would call it Sleep Saving Time.  I remembered last night as we were going to bed. 

 

Thankfully (?) most of the clocks we had that needed delicate care in resetting were all damaged or destroyed in Hurricane Ike.  The cuckoo clock made it through, but now it doesn't work.  It never ticks or tocks or dongs or cuckoos, so it just hangs on the wall and looks cool.  The computer figured it out.  The other timepieces we have are one mantle clock on a shelf that runs on batteries so it's easy to change, the electric alarm clock by the bed (I set it but my body woke up at its usual time anyway, which was now 5:00), one on the oven, one on the microwave, one on the coffeemaker (now that one was significant, since it's set to come on automatically in the mornings), one in Mom's room (which I never got to last night), and two of those atomic clocks that are supposed to automatically receive data through the air that it's time to switch back and forth. 

 

One of them actually did that on its own last night.  First time ever, and I've had it several years now.  That was the bigger one on my bookshelf.  The little one that sits on my desk hasn't received any signals yet.  Never did last year or the year before, either.  It's one of those travel alarms that you can pick up at WalMart.  Runs really well.  Shows the date and day of the week, and has a little tiny map of the United States with the Central Time Zone colored in.  It just never got the memo about Daylight Savings Time being over.  I can't decide whether to give it the rest of the day to figure it out on its own or just reset it and be done with it. 

 

Now it remains to see if anyone shows up to church early because they forgot.  At least now we have the pastor's class that they can sit in on.  Speaking of which, I guess I'll use this extra hour to go over my notes for the day.  6:30 and already daylight.  Those neighborhood kids who walk to school will be glad to see that in the morning.

 

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 says, "There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot,

a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh,

a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain, a time to search and a time to give up,

a time to keep and a time to throw away, a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak, a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace."

 

Father, I trust this whole time thing to you.  From what I can tell it doesn't meant nearly as much to you as it does to us.  Amen.