Ecclesiastes 3:1-4 There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance
It goes on, but I think you get the point. If you are old enough you may remember the Byrds hit “Turn, Turn, Turn” “reaching #1 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart on December 4, 1965” (Wikipedia). It’s New Year’s Day. We turn the calendar, we note the passage of time but we are left with the question of the meaning of time. Is there a time for everything or is there only time creeping “in this petty pace from day to day to the last syllable of recorded time” (Macbeth Act 5, Scene 5). I don’t think you can have it both ways. Either there is a hand or mind that has brought us, each of us, to 2017 with a purpose or there is just power that surges and dissipates at random. My friend died this past week. Cancer. Was it a sad twist of fate or her “time to die?” There is so much we don’t understand but we sense the tension, the distinction, the alternative between abstract force and meaningful movement, between the ultimate empty and God. By the grace of Christ may this year be “a time to mourn and a time to dance” and not just time to pass.