Caryn’s 23 things – and then some

Racing into Library 2.0 with LOL and others


I’ve been percolating this entry for a while, so I hope I can remember what I’ve thought of saying!

I’ve written about Eternity, but I haven’t really said much about time.  A couple of events have occurred lately that have made me think more about it.

I was talking to a co-worker who’s fresh out of college.  She mentioned something, then wasn’t sure if I would get it.  She looked at me uncertainly, and said, “Uh, I don’t want to be insulting or anything, but you seem like you might be around my mom’s age?”  I said, yes, probably; I’m 49.  She looked a little nonplussed for a minute, and blurted out “My mom’s older than that!”  I was tickled – it was the first time in my life, I think, anyone has ever thought I was older than I am!

Since I’ll be turning 50 this year, last month I got my AARP letter.  You kind of have to know me to understand that it really doesn’t bother me – anyone who knew me when I turned 40 may have a clue about it, but most people don’t believe that anyone actually likes getting older.  My husband once accused me of actually wanting to get old and die, but that’s not really it.  It’s not time for that yet.

During December, I’m a Christmas nut.  Starting small on the first Sunday in Advent (or December 1, whichever comes first), and gaining speed fast, I immerse myself in C’mas: I listen only to C’mas music, wear C’mas clothes, read only mysteries set at C’mas time (if you’d like a list of them, I’d be glad to send it to you!), and deck the house.  The rest of the year, though, you’d think I don’t like it at all.  I’ll go out of my way (a little bit, anyway) to avoid reading a book or watching a movie set at C’mas, and C’mas music out of season makes me antsy.  In August, when the catalogs start coming, my husband starts trying to sing, “It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas,” but I don’t let him until after my birthday in October.  Right around my birthday, red and green start competing with orange and black in the store decorations (hideous, for about a week!), and all the malls are draped in tinsel and lights.  I growl.  It’s not time yet!  I don’t want people rushing it.  Fall is my favorite time of year – can’t they give me time to enjoy it, and not try to rush it out of the way to get to C’mas?  My husband calls me Scrooge from then until Advent, at which time I quickly start getting into the idea.  It’s the same thing with aging – I’m not in a hurry to get old, or to die at whatever age, but when it’s time to be 40, or 50, or 90, or going to Heaven, that’s what I want to be doing.

Another thing that has made me think about time is Lent, which started this past Wednesday.  The cycle of the Church year is all about time, with specific times, like Lent or Christmas, to do specific things.  But since God is about Eternity, and we’re supposed to be getting ready for Eternity ourselves, why would the Church put such emphasis on time?  It’s not that
you can’t be sorry for your sins, or thankful for Christ, at other
times of the year, but the Church sets apart times to be sure these
things get accomplished.  Although we’ll be in Eternity when we leave here, we’re not there yet.  Time and our inclinations make us forget (or “forget,” depending) to think about the things that will help us prepare for Eternity, and not get them done.  If we spend no time thinking about our relationship with God, how much are we going to enjoy being one with God forever?  It may be that God doesn’t punish us for not going to church or for not believing – it may be that if you haven’t gotten used to the idea of living as God wants you to, you just can’t “do” Heaven.  That sounds more likely to me – even though the Old Testament, and parts of the New, concentrate a lot on anger and punishment, I don’t think that’s what God is like.  If I’m wrong, I guess you won’t see me in Heaven, but I think we’ll be seeing each other and most of the other people we’ve known (and haven’t).

So, what is it going to be like, living in Eternity as people who’ve grown up living in time?  I wonder if it will take us a while to get used to it, or if we’ll take to it like ducks to water, as our natural habitat.  It seems to me that people who try to rule time, like Type A’s, who are always rushing around doing “time management” and getting three times as much done as anyone else, probably will have a hard time dealing with it.  But maybe, people who’ve moved with time, and forgotten to do stuff on time but taken each moment as it comes, will greet the Eternal Now with joy.

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