May this be some sense of comfort as we near Mother’s Day.
In heaven, there is no sense of time. Our loved ones do not have to ‘wait’ for us.
The moment they crossed over time ceased.
When you leave here, though today, tomorrow, 20 years from now, your loved ones will simply be.
There.
I’m a bit of a nerd about time. I play with computers, numbers, and calculations all day. One thing I have found fascinating is the measure of time and its limit.
How is it possible for me to walk one moment at a ‘time’ and somehow see, via “dejavu” a future I have not been to yet?
How is it a Person can make the statement, “I AM the same yesterday, today, and forever?”
How is it he can say to a man suspended in time, suspended on a tree, “Today, you will be with me in paradise” when he has not left time yet, himself?
“I go (present tense) to prepare (present tense) a place for you,” He says.
The old song, “Amazing Grace” has a verse “When we’ve been there ten thousand years, bright shining as the sun, we’ve no less days to sing God’s praise than when we’ve first begun.”
There is, in me, eternity. It is the only explanation. I can not wait to be beyond time with those who have gone beyond it ahead of me.
I think if not for the hope I have of once entering a place where there is no sense of time and no more sense of loss, to be enveloped by those who have entered before me, I could not endure the next tick or tock of time.
