I got giggling when I looked down and saw this sentiment on my tea bag a few weeks back. Mostly because I never feel like there’s enough time. Or maybe MANY days, feel like there’s TOO much at the wrong moments. But the sentiment shared in this Celtic proverb is so true.
In November’s issue of Real Simple, the following quote graced the intro pages—
You say grace before meals. All right.
But I say grace before the play and the opera,
And grace before the concert and pantomime,
And grace before I open a book,
And grace before sketching, painting,
Swimming, fencing, boxing, walking, playing, dancing;
And grace before I dip the pen in the ink.
–G. K. Chesterton, from an early notebook (mid-1890s)
Do we see all time as ENOUGH? That each moment truly is, in and of itself, Grace? Grace with the capital “G”? All events…each place we find ourself….each instant is Grace. Even in the moments when time feels unstoppable, we are still called to enter each with a moment of stopping. A moment of gratitude. A realization—Grace allows us to be present and offers us a choice of how we engage with the time given.
As Holy Week unfolds, starting today with Palm Sunday, the seven days and their events seem familiar to me. Yet, speaking of time—who would have imagined how much could go “down” (and up…ha ha) in seven days?
From kingly moments, riding through Jerusalem to the waving of palms
to the intimacy of dinner with 12 friends
to a night of fervent prayer to an arrest
to trial and a painful, long walk to Golgotha
to waiting and a tomb
to surprise, disbelief and resurrection
to new life.
All in one week.
Time. And Grace.
May you feel this invitation to enter in to all that time offers.
And in the midst of that time,
to feel Grace,
bigger than circumstances facing you,
wash over each moment.