Time

In this reflective episode, we consider one of life’s greatest mysteries: time. Where does it go when it passes? Why do joyful moments seem to fly while seasons of hardship feel painfully slow? And what does it mean that the God who created time exists beyond it?

Through heartfelt storytelling, thoughtful reflection, and timeless spiritual truth, this episode explores memory, waiting, burdens, and hope. From familiar phrases like “time flies” and “it seems like only yesterday” to the promises found in Scripture, we are reminded that every moment is held by the eternal God who walks with us through every season of life.

Whether you are remembering the past, carrying a burden, or simply wondering where the years have gone, this episode offers encouragement to trust the One who holds every moment in His hands.

Transcript

0:01

I'm Ken Jones, and this is a classic state of mind with a word about time. Where in the world does time go, I wonder, when time goes by? And how many times have I used that phrase? As time's clock ticks the moments of my life away after a second has passed, does it go somewhere? Is there some great vault of moments where the God of all time stores seconds and minutes and hours and days? The book says he stores our tears in a bottle. Is there some place he keeps time? Is time held for safekeeping in some giant glass jar with a lid? And what is time anyway? I read one dictionary that defined time as, quote, the indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole. Say what? I'm not even sure what that means, and I've read that definition several times. I've noticed, though, that it's almost impossible to define the meaning of time without using the word time in the definition. No, most of us would struggle to define the word time. We can't necessarily define it, but we know what it means. Time waits for no one. We say time marches on, except well, except that time doesn't just march on, it flies. Time flies, doesn't it? I've heard some people say that they're having the time of their lives until well, until their time is up. Where in the world does the time go, though, as time goes by? How many times have I said it seems like only yesterday, and then the memory that follows? It isn't about yesterday at all. When I recall what seemed like only yesterday, invariably I am remembering a time many years ago, a story that bears repeating, or at least I feel it bears repeating. Sometimes what seems like only yesterday is a place. It's an invisible repository of recollecting God's work in my life. I find it interesting, though, that the rate of speed of the moments I live seem directly proportional to the intensity of the trial of the moment. Have you noticed? Time slows like a dirge when the burden is great. Time doesn't fly when my load is heavy. Time drags on and on, and the burden doesn't end until it's time. Even after all these years, I don't know where the time goes when time goes by, but I know where it came from. Time came from the God who is timeless and eternal. Time came from the God who said in the book, there is a time for everything. The God who said there will come a time when time shall be no more. I think I'll just pass time in the meantime, singing the words of that old song. Moment by moment I'm kept in his love. Moment by moment I've life from above. Looking to Jesus till glory doth shine. Moment by moment, O Lord, I am thine. Time. Time goes by. I'm Ken Jones. This has been a classic state of mind. Thanks for listening.