Time

2 Peter 3: 8 - 13
But do not overlook this one fact, beloved, that with the Lord one day is as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day. 9 The Lord is not slow to fulfill his promise as some count slowness, but is patient toward you, not wishing that any should perish, but that all should reach repentance. 10 But the day of the Lord will come like a thief, and then the heavens will pass away with a roar, and the heavenly bodies will be burned up and dissolved, and the earth and the works that are done on it will be exposed. 11 Since all these things are thus to be dissolved, what sort of people ought you to be in lives of holiness and godliness, 12 waiting for and hastening the coming of the day of God, because of which the heavens will be set on fire and dissolved, and the heavenly bodies will melt as they burn! 13 But according to his promise we are waiting for new heavens and a new earth in which righteousness dwells.
Well, the time has come. The social distancing measures have been in place for a good bit and people have started to lose their minds. There are more and more posts everyday: conspiracies about there being something larger at work, business owners deciding that the loss of life isn’t significant enough that they should have had to shut down their business, young people continuing to act like they are invincible (theyaren’t). I understand the frustrations of many. It feels like we have been trapped in our houses for forever. We haven’t. In relative terms it hasn’t even been that long. My family personally was doing it two weeks before most people started, and it still hasn’t been that long.
One day this week we were on our way back from dropping off some ABS documents to the front porch of our Directors house. We spoke to our friends through their closed window for a time and despite the 90 degree temperature I fought the internal urge to say we needed to leave, because seeing our friends even through a window felt significant. As we made our way back we came upon what appeared to be an accident. As we continued closer we suddenly realized it was a vehicle upside down on the edge of the bar ditch. As we came even closer we heard some of the people who had already stopped screaming for help. We stopped and as I approached the vehicle the men and women started screaming about chains and to hurry. I loped as quickly as my flip flops would let me and was not prepared for
what greeted me. The driver was indeed trapped but not inside of his vehicle. As I reached the top of the ditch I saw that the young man was pinned underneath, with the car pressing down on his chest and abdomen. A woman was cradling his head and talking to him, which is when I realized the ditch was full of water from the recent rain. She was cradling his head to keep him from drowning in the ditch. As men raced around me looking for chains or tie downs or anything they could you to try and pull the jeep enough to free the man, I stood basically paralyzed. In proper clothes I would have
been little help at best. In flip flops I was essentially worthless. As the men worked several of us looked around wondering where in the world the ambulance could be. This man’s life was in danger and there was no sign of help save for those of us lay people who had happened upon the accident. Finally the ambulance and police began to arrive. The man had been freed from the wreckage and pulled into the yard. As I made my way back to my car his heart was still
beating but I thought for sure it had taken the medical professionals too long and he wouldn’t make it. We decided to clear out to make sure we were not impacting traffic so the experts could do their jobs and went just down the way to grab some dinner. I had actually placed a call to the resturant when we happened upon the accident which had to have just occurred, so I had a relative time stamp of 6:55 pm
. As we waited in our car just down the road, an ambulance drove by. No lights, no siren. "I guess he didn’t make it" was my thought as the ambulance passed. That was when I heard more sirens. I walked out to the road and was met by an ambulance running hot heading towards College Station.
We recognized it as the first on the scene. We checked our clock again. 7:04 pm
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As we often do, the recipients of Peter’s letters were paralyzed by fear that they had been wrong. Jesus had not returned yet. God had not fully established His kingdom. What was taking so long? For us, everything is moving on and we think for sure that the wait has been long enough. The time must be now. But Peter reassures us that God does not operate according to our sense of time. 1 day is like a thousand for him and thousands are like 1. Isaiah tells us God dwells in eternity and indeed though he operates with us according to our sense of time, He is not bound by it. Peter encourages us to remember that God is not slow to act but rather is allowing time to linger in order that people would repent and turn to him.
As we stood on that roadside, we thought for sure that the emergency people were taking too long. That it was going to be too late. From time of report to the victim being en route to the hospital. 9 minutes. All of us are waiting all too impatiently for a variety of things. The end of the stay at home orders. The return to normalcy. The return of Christ.
But God is not surprised by these things, nor is He slow to act. He has seen all of these things and He holds them together by the Word of His immovable power. His desire is that we would turn to Him. As we wait, I pray that we would do so with hearts turned to God. The things of this earth are momentary, the things of the new kingdom are eternal. Let us pursue righteousness. Let us pursue kindness. Let us wait as a people of hope.






