The Clock is a Liar. And You're the Proof.
I looked at the calendar this morning like it had personally offended me.
July 31st.
Didn’t even know the date. Didn’t care.
We don’t check out till August 8th.
And my first thought?
“Man, that’s a LOOONG time to be on vacation.”
But then came the slow-drifting afterthought.
The ghost in the hallway.
The whisper behind the silence:
“What are we gonna do with all this... time?”
Time isn’t just ticking.
It’s taunting.
Alan Parsons warned us—
“Time is flowing like a river.”
Chicago asked, “Does anybody really know what time it is?”
Steve Miller watched it slip into the future.
Pink Floyd? They said, “You run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it’s sinking.”
Made you feel something, didn’t it?
A Wrinkle in Time.
In Time with Justin Timberlake.
Tenet, Interstellar, Back to the Future.
Even Groundhog Day—same loop, same painful experiences. Every one of them trying to tell us one thing:
Time ain’t just a concept. It’s a tyrant.
It invades your art.
It stains your memories.
It cracks your bones with arthritis and eats the color out of your hair.
It fogs your brain.
Dims your sight.
Turns your spine into a question mark and your voice into a whisper.
Time doesn't care who you are. It breaks kings and janitors the same way—slowly, and with a grin.
But the Book saw it coming.
Before Einstein scribbled out E=MC²,
Before clocks ticked,
Before suns burned—
God spoke light into existence.
Not the sun.
Not the stars.
Not torches or galaxies.
Light.
Pure. Raw. Divine.
And Einstein? He just stumbled across God’s handwriting:
If you move faster than light… time bends. Time slows.
Maybe stops.
Maybe opens into eternity.
Because if God made light before He made stars,
And time is tied to motion and light,
Then God invented time.
And anything invented can be mastered.
So yeah, time is everywhere—
in your playlist, your bloodstream, your Bible.
But you know where time isn't?
It isn’t on the throne.
God is.
And when He speaks of you?
He doesn’t speak in seconds.
He speaks in forevers.
“Whereas you have been forsaken and hated,
with no one passing through,
I will make you majestic forever,
a joy from age to age.”
— Isaiah 60:15
The world counts time.
But heaven counts worth.
You may feel forgotten, wrinkled, washed-up, worn thin by the gears of the world.
But the One outside of time has already declared your ending:
Majestic. Forever.
And the ticking clock?
It’s lying to your face.
Just make sure you know the Way…
To be Continued: