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Time Mutated to the Max!

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?

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The Glory Spot

The Glory Spot

My husband likes to go to the “Glory Spot” and he had that opportunity yesterday.  You may wonder what the “Glory Spot” is.  For him it is located not too far from where we live here in Puyallup.  He hops in the Blazer with his Bible and heads out to Wildwood Park off of 23rd and parks in one of two stalls that get good reception for his favorite Christian radio station 88.8 (he actually picks it up more clearly at 89.1) and takes some time to listen to what God has to say.  Often times he will go for a walk and do even more pondering about God and his word.  Yesterday was a great time for him because his natural gift of gab and evangelizing also took place.  He was listening to the group Selah during one of the radio programs and had the volume turned up a bit.  A gentleman got out of his vehicle and scowled at Rod indicating that the volume was too loud, so Rod politely turned it down.  The gentleman continued to scowl and Rod turned it down some more.  And then the man got back in his vehicle and drove off.  Funny how easily people our offended.  So Rod thought he would be left alone and get some devotional time to himself.  Then another vehicle pulled up this time with a couple in it and they got out.  The woman had a curious look on her face as though she was trying to focus and it became clear to Rod that she was interested in the song she could hear floating through the air so Rod turned the volume up a bit and she smiled.

The lady said who is that?” and he mentioned that it was the group called “Selah” and she said, “Oh I have heard of them I like them.”

They continued in conversation a bit and her husband did not seem too interested what they were talking about but was trying to be courteous at least.  Rod began talking about how he likes to come here to his “Glory Spot” and spend some time in devotion and reading the Bible.  The lady began to ask him questions about what do you mean by glory spot and how do you talk to God?  Rod has a natural gift of evangelizing and so he just started sharing about his routine and life and having a personal relationship with Jesus Christ and the lady continued to ask him questions and the husband again just stood there quietly yet a bit uninterested.  As the dialogue continued the usual question came up, do you go to church and where?

So my question to you do you go to church and where?  If not, why not?  No time like the present to begin a good habit more than that to reestablish a relationship with Jesus Christ and become familiar again with the family of God.

How does the chorus from the Gaither song go: “I’m so glad I’m a part of the family of God, I’ve been washed in the fountain, cleansed by His Blood!  Joint heirs with Jesus as we travel this sod, for I’m part of the family, the family of God.”

Time Mutated to the Max

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.

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 30 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?

 

Date written 5/11/10