“My, how time flies.” “The clock is not moving” We say both…how can both be true? I remember a time when my daughter was very young that she had a series of ear infections. They kept her so uncomfortable that she could barely sleep. We spent more than a few nights with a pillow and a blanket on the floor hoping that the pain would stop. It seemed as thought the clock just stopped moving; it seemed as though those nights would never end. But when, years later, sitting in a large assembly when she graduated from high school, it was as though we had gotten there in a flash. How can both things, a clock that won’t move and moments that speed by, be true. What is time, and how can we be good stewards of it?
