Losing the Battle

 Losing the Battle
This Sunday we are compelled to set our clocks ahead one hour and we lose one hour of sleep. I still don’t understand the wisdom of repeating this action every year and setting clocks back one hour every fall. The wisdom of a Native American supposedly saying, “Only a white man will cut six inches from the bottom of a blanket then sew it to the top will make the blanket six inches longer.” I have no idea why the government doesn’t add thirty minutes to spring and remove thirty minutes in the autumn. Eliminate the disruption that interferes with our lives twice a year.
This year the changing of time is especially painful. Not only will I lose an hour of sleep, but I will rip another page off my calendar. It is my birthday and I will tic off another year as I “celebrate” the passing of time. I will be one year older, not necessarily wiser. I will pass into the age where I can be officially labeled as “antique.” I will be seventy-six. Proud of becoming that age, only because I have lived and endured it long enough to have reached that milestone.
I look back at the many incidents that I survived to reach this age. Only the grace of God has allowed me passage into old age. I have had reasonably good health and God has led me through the times of difficulties. I’ve not always been a faithful servant, but God has always been faithful to me.
There is a time just ahead where I won’t have to battle against time. God’s promise will be to gather me into His arms and to dwell eternally in the Promised Land. There is a mansion there waiting for me. It is a place where time has no meaning. A place where no pain, no sickness, no sin, no tears can enter in. The battle has already been fought and Jesus is the victor.