It’s the end of the first month of a new year as I write about time. Time takes so long yet it rushes away. It seems the longer I live, the worse I become at calculating time. When I don’t have time to get to everything I want to do today, I assume I can catch up tomorrow. I always think I have more time to cram more tasks into a morning before I arrive at work. I wasn’t created to become a slave to time. In the original creation time was not a constraint. It was simply a measure of God’s goodness. The first day began a succession of many other days, each a gift to receive. That was before sin. Time became a burden after the fall of mankind. Limited time is a fallout from sin and death. Time sentences my existence on earth to a number of years, months and days. Still I would not want unlimited time on earth—this earth filled with sin—even if there were no death. God has limited the time we live on earth as a gift. He did no
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