This morning I was sitting in our blue recliner while the rest of the house slept. It was my prayer time — the only time of day when peace seems almost guaranteed and quiet is the norm. I read God’s word, as I always do, and then I sat in silence.
That’s when I noticed it. The clock ticking.
It clicked with a sound that shattered my silence. It tocked with a sound exactly the same as it had since the day I hung it on the wall — over a year ago.
But today I noticed. Today, sitting in the silence of my life, I heard the clock ticking.
Surely everyone goes around like a mere phantom; in vain they rush about, heaping up wealth without knowing whose it will finally be. (Psalm 39:6)
I thought about all the hours I had spent in front of that clock — both in silent prayer and in the hustle of family life — but never before had I heard its sound.
It was as though the clock was documenting each second, crossing it off in the book of life, and I was reminded that we are but vapors. Our life is fleeting in the presence of eternity.
But how easily that is forgotten in this overwhelming, busy world. Days, even years, can pass without our pondering the brevity of our existence and the meaninglessness of things to which we assign such great value.
We keep running the race, because we know if we slow down, we will hear the clock ticking. It’s no wonder we push it out of our minds, though. It’s depressing.
I wanted to stop the sound. To pull the clock off the wall or maybe find some earplugs to block the noise. But no, not today.
Today I would allow myself to hear the ticking of the clock — to examine the smallness of my life. Suddenly it was clear.
It’s not about life — about leaving a legacy or making a mark. Even famous people will be forgotten.
It’s about the days — the moments.
Because it is there, in the moments of life, that we can participate in eternity. In the tiny times when we choose love over hate, forgiving our neighbor. When we choose trust in Jesus over fear. In the silence when God touches our soul in ways we don’t even understand.
As the clock ticked, I realized these are the moments that stack together. They gather, and they reach out to touch the vastness of eternity.