The Passing of Time

“I blinked, and spring break and ‘spring forward’ was here.”  I haven’t really said this aloud, but have been thinking it for the last few days.  Spring break for the public schools around here starts this weekend, and the spring forward for Daylight Saving Time happens at 2am this coming Sunday morning.

It’s also been warmer than normal the past few weeks, which has prompted the swelling of buds, the leafing out of the early shrubs and trees, and the popping up of tulips and other early flowers.  I’ve even seen a few insects flying around in the evening around our front porch light (I wonder how they got there this soon?).

Kids are playing outside in the yards and streets.  People are using the walking paths in the park.  Birds are more active now.  And that itch to get outside and get some yard work done is becoming stronger each day.

I am amazed at the rapid passing of time.  When I was a youngster, I remember thinking that the summer days would never end.  There were endless things to do outside; innumerable places to explore, and as far as work was concerned, the field work, it seemed, went on and on.  I couldn’t wait for school to end.  And I couldn’t wait for it to start again in September.

Now, it seems that September runs squarely into April, and April runs squarely into December.  Wasn’t it only a few weeks ago that we were celebrating Thanksgiving with the family?  And wasn’t it but a year or so ago when we moved into our home by the park?  Oh, and you’re telling me that my older brother is now 76 years old??  Whatever happened to his 40s and 50s?

In just a few years, our older son will hit 40.  Shoot, I remember my 40^th birthday very well…it was only a couple of years ago, wasn’t it?  And the grandkids are going to hit their teen years before long.  I thought they were still in diapers!

I know I’ve written about this before.  But I continue to be amazed at the swift passage of the days and weeks.  I wonder if I’ve made the best use of the time I’ve been given.  I wonder if there are things I’d like to do or need to do that I’d better get busy doing, or it will soon be too late.  I long to take the time to slow down and “smell the roses” along the way.  And I’d like to be able to impart the wisdom of slowing down and enjoying the moment to those who are always hurrying…always rushing…always occupied.

More and more I understand what James said in the New Testament.  “How do you know what your life will be like tomorrow? Your life is like the morning fog--it's here a little while, then it's gone.”  That’s true, of course.  But it’s also true that each one of us is uniquely loved and cherished by the God who made us.  The time is rapidly coming when we will place ourselves at His mercy and claim the promises He has made to us.  Others will take our places in life and in the creation.  And the cycle continues.

My thoughts want to break out in praise.  I can think of no better than, “Praise God from Whom all blessings flow!  Praise Him all creatures here below!  Praise Him above ye heavenly hosts!  Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!  AMEN

Principles From the Past

I am reading with interest a book called, Just Who Does God Think He Is? By Charles P. Hooten.  The book goes into some depth regarding God declaring his person and his purpose.  It talks about God declaring his deity, his character, his emotions.  It’s an interesting, but in-depth read.

One of the chapters talks about the holiness of God and the necessity of his people to also be holy.  One of the points in that discussion is that a holy person will, like God, receive an alien into the community with the grace of God.  The point is made that in the days of Israel in the Old Testament, God gave specific instructions to Israel to accept the alien and sojourner into the Israeli flock.  The specific text is found in Leviticus 19:34.  “The stranger who resides with you shall be to you as the native among you, and you shall love him as yourself.”  Leviticus 24 says that there is one standard in keeping the Law for both the stranger (alien) as well as the Israelite.

We can learn a lot for our modern day issues such as illegal immigration from the principles found in the Bible.  Yes, the passages we are talking about are from the Old Testament.  But remember that even though we are no longer under the Law, the principles that are inherent in the text may well apply to us today just as they applied to God’s people then.  Because, you see, God doesn’t change.  What he thought then he thinks now.  How he wanted his people to live and act then is how he wants his people to live and act now.  The specifics of the rules may change; the principles do not.

So, what can we learn from the way God told his people Israel to treat the stranger and alien?  First, we are to love them as we love ourselves.  Second, the alien is to assimilate into the culture and abide by the societal expectations of the native.  That’s what it means when it says that the standard is the same for both the native and the stranger.

We know that any foreigner who wished to be a part of the Israelite nation and align himself with Israel was obligated to reject any prior idolatrous ways and take on the requirements of Israel’s covenant with God. A key part of that covenant was circumcision, the sign of God’s covenant with Israel.

Now, I’m not advocating circumcision for all aliens who hit the shores of the United States.  Remember, I said the PRINCIPLE holds…not necessarily the rules.  So where does it leave us when we look at the principles that come from this passage of sacred text?

The principle is, it seems to me, that whoever comes to be part of this (or any) nation, must first be loved by the natives.  Second, the alien should do all he can to assimilate himself into the fabric of the society.  Legal status seems to be the prime mover here.  Closely following that might well be productivity and participation in the community, with the eventual goal of naturalization.

Conversely, the native society must not make the process so onerous that it is impossible or virtually impossible to assimilate and become part of the fabric of the community.  Sensible laws and regulations seem to be co-existent along with the obligation of the foreigner.

I know this is just my opinion, and the opinion of the author of the above-mentioned book.  But the opinion is worth pondering, even as we look even more fully into the words of God to extract principles for living today.  And for the Christian, my presumption is that the admonition to love the foreigner as one loves oneself is not optional.  Both the Old and New Testaments, and even Jesus Himself have been very clear on our obligation to love one another.  I think that if we even do that as God asks, the rest will follow rather readily and quickly.

I Can't Wait!

I went to Botanica today right after lunch.  Now, that hasn’t been my usual haunt, but for Christmas, I bought the wife and myself membership in Botanica, which among other things permits free access to the gardens for all but special occasions.  Today I was in sort of a pensive mood after lunch and decided to go to the gardens.

The early bulb flowers were just coming out of the ground, for the most part.  Some of the jonquils were beginning to bloom, but it will be another few weeks before the rest of them and the tulips are in bloom.  The rest of the garden was still in dormancy, and the various streams and waterfalls that are in the gardens haven’t been cleaned and activated yet this year.  There was an area of pansies that had been planted recently, which gave a lot of color to that part of the garden, and there were a few species of birds and the occasional squirrel as well.

Of course, this time of year there aren’t many visitors to the garden.  There were some volunteers and workers doing this or that to clean up or fix up, but otherwise, I think I was about it.  I found a walk toward the south end of the garden that I knew was fairly out of the way, and enjoyed the quiet and time to think.

In this same area was a small garden area with a waterfall that hadn’t been started up yet, a bench to rest, and a bird feeder.  It was also in a kind of depression, so was sheltered from the wind and some of the noise of some construction going on outside the garden and down the street.  I stayed there for probably 30 minutes or so, just soaking in the area.

I know I will come back here many times over the coming months.  Much of that time, I will come back during the day and find a place to just sit (or stand) and watch and listen.  Later this spring, the butterfly house will be active with lots of butterflies inside.  I’ll probably go in there too.  And the rose garden will come to life shortly, with thousands of roses on many, many bushes of all kinds, colors, and sizes.  There is also an outdoor butterfly garden, with species of plants in it that naturally attract butterflies, I presume.  I look forward to seeing what all is in there during the full bloom of spring and summer.

This garden is in the middle of urban Wichita, along the Arkansas River, about 5 minutes from the middle of downtown Wichita.  It is an oasis of sanity and reflection in a world that all too often is running headlong over the lemming cliff.  My gift to my wife and myself promises to bring much more return than the small amount of money it cost.  I can’t wait!