Ah, the Great Time Change is about to happen here in the Midwest. Although I’m not a fan of all this messing around with our clocks, I do enjoy that extra hour of sleep on Saturday night in the fall. Of course, I usually waste it by staying up late since “It is really only 9:00 now instead of 10.00.”
Years ago, my husband worked night shifts in the ER, though. He said that moment at 2:00am when the time clocks were all switched back an hour was the worst time of the year. Everyone groaned.
If you happen to be the mother of small children, you probably don’t much care whether the clock goes backward or forward. Any change in routine throws toddlers off for weeks!
In the Bible, God turned the clock back once. Well, it was the sun, actually, and it went back ten steps. So I’m not sure if that was an entire hour. He did it as a sign to King Hezekiah to prove His promise of recovery from illness and rescue from enemies.
I don’t think the time change this weekend will herald an end to unemployment of the settling of the Obamacare dispute. I don’t think it promises an end to terrorism or a cure for cancer.
It does, however, say that God is giving us one more hour. Sixty precious minutes when someone might actually find the cure. 3600 seconds when a person about to draw his last breath might decide to repent and be reconciled to God. I’ll take that hour. And, I will be grateful for it instead of grumpy. (Especially if I go to bed on time!)