but a fleeting moment

Sunday August 14, Job 14: We're all adrift in the same boat: too few days, too many troubles. We spring up like wildflowers in the desert and then wilt, transient as the shadow of a cloud. We, on this side of the resurrection, use time to measure events in our lives. Time, related to the days and seasons is part of our reality. With time, life seems too short, it is here and it is gone again. With God, time is not a factor. Eternity is not the endless marching on of time so much as the absence of time itself. Too few days, transient shadows? Simply the things of this earth, of this existence. Perhaps we think of bad things happening to good people in part because we see time as limiting. Perhaps they are but fleeting moments in that sea of blessing called life.