Time Mutated to the Max
I work at an elementary school, part time, in a special education classroom. I am a para educator and I thoroughly enjoy my job. It is delightful and exhausting. My shift is in the afternoon so I am there until the end of the school day. (this is a re-post, brought to mind by a current conversation, thanks Pastor Chris.)
I had completed my day and had just got to my car. Sitting in the driver’s seat and stretching my legs, taking a deep sigh and just getting buckled in. I was hurrying because if you don’t get out of the parking lot by 3:20 you’ll be stuck in the congestion for 10 or more minutes. Nothing like what you find on Highway 405 at 5 pm, but stuck none the less. I was struck right between the eyes with the realization that so many others here were doing the very same thing. Shoving to get in and then get out. Jostling their vehicles in just the right position to pick up the child and get out. Get on to the next task. Funny we are so polite to others until our parking spot or time has been absorbed.
I began to think about the process of multi-tasking and getting every possible ounce of productivity out of each and every moment that we breathe. I mean really sometimes that is how some of us live. We are a success if we can describe in detail the very best and most productive use of each minute in any family, job, even vacation or relaxation moment of time.
I think the fact that I had just read a job announcement from a company with a complete and ridiculous cold calling expectation might have had some impact on what was bringing this thought around. The advertisement on craigslist for the job had how long it took to dial a number, how often you would get a voice mail and the time it took to leave a message and then if you got a real person the average call would last 4 minutes and their goal for you was to make 800 calls a day. Now mathematically speaking it works out, but having done this as a job I can tell you 120 calls a day is really good.
So back to my point and thought: God created time way back in Genesis. As soon as He created day and then night a calendar began. Not before that – but just at that very moment. God created time for man, as a way to keep things in order and help prevent chaos. Seems we, man, have taken time and tried to micro-manage any of the freedom out of it we can. We are trying to be the god of time, instead of allowing God to be our time-clock. No longer can we stop and help someone, what if we are late? We have lost the value of craftsmanship and creativity to machinery that churns out 30K identical items per hour to be sold and reordered the same for the next shopper.
I think we have surpassed the line of productivity and entered into the twilight zone of a mutation of time. When will it end?