A week ago today I was sitting in the Moscow airport lounge for priority flyers (courtesy of my sister Ann), sleep deprived and not looking forward to the 13 hour flight to LA and subsequent 4 plus hour flight from there to Atlanta. It has taken a week for my physical body to readjust to my time zone. Interestingly enough my spiritual self needed no such timeframe. For despite the challenges to the body, my spirit never lost its vitality and even when I may have appeared grumpy on the outside, my heart was afire with the saving grace of my Savior. I knew with certainty that I was covered by His favor, a sense I have had my entire life; even during the years when I ignored Him and pursued my own way.
Time has wings, and we associate those wings with flying. It’s what we imply when we say “time flies.” Sometimes though we miss the messages of time because we think it’s always fleeting. But it’s not. Imbedded in that sense of flying time, Jesus stands unmoving, offering us power to channel what seems to be slipping away into all the strength we require for the journey.
Chronos time is clock time; time that can be measured in minutes, hours, years. That’s the time that has wings. But believers understand the concept of Kairos time; time measured in the moments God orchestrates. The time that is the right time, the opportune moment for the words of the Apostle Paul’s words to ring true: “And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.” (Romans 8; 28)
Bottom line to these reflections: Irrespective of time measured in hours, God’s timing is always “on time.” For the body and the soul.