Something lite....
My lovely wife gave me a clock this Christmas. It took a couple days to regulate the chimes with the correct hour so time was a bit confused for the first 24 hours.
It's a great clock. It fits the house perfect.
Here is what's weird....from the moment my brother helped me hang the clock...
time began to move faster
Seriously.
Every hour a chime goes--my wife or son will say "Well, there's another hour"
Now, I know that, in the land of cause and effect what I am suggesting is impossible.
Though we joked about it, I couldn't help but conduct a little experiment (I am after all a bit Narnian in my approach to the physical and spiritual and metaphysical world)
So I looked at the other clocks in the house when I heard a chime.
The microwave was flashing a :10 which meant I forgot to clear it from reheating the risotto (so I couldn't use it as a verifiable source)
The oven clock read within one minute.
My father's clock read within one half hour.
My phone was off.
My wife's phone was off.
My son didn't know where his phone was.
I suppose the new clock was correct.
Still, time is moving faster. And my gut tells me it's the new clock.
Time.
God entered into our time (which is ultimately God's time).
He enters into our living, suffering, loving and dying.
So we can enter into His Eternal Time.
On another lite note...
My wife also gave me the new Roman Missal as a gift.
I'm not sure too many other husbands received such a gift on Christmas morn.
"Once a priest, always a priest." She said with a smile.
So on Christmas nite, after everyone retired, I turned on my new book light (from the best son in the world) and cracked open the binding...
an hour later I closed it--(or at least I thought it was an hour...it could have been more..or even less)
Not that it matters--but my take on the whole thing?
I loved it.
