A day. A noun used to indicate a unit of time. It can be divided into hours, minutes, and seconds. Adding them together signifies a week, month, year, or a period of time.
“Back in the good old days.”
“Happy New Year!”
“Rome wasn’t built in a day.”
“When I was younger…When I get old enough.”
“Today was a heck of a week.”
These are just some of the clichés or sayings we use. An apostate King Solomon offered this pessimistic view,
Eccl 3:1-8 NLT
For everything there is a season, a time for every activity under heaven.
A time to be born and a time to die. A time to plant and a time to harvest.
A time to kill and a time to heal. A time to tear down and a time to build up.
A time to cry and a time to laugh. A time to grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones. A time to embrace and a time to turn away.
A time to search and a time to quit searching. A time to keep and a time to throw away.
A time to tear and a time to mend. A time to be quiet and a time to speak.
A time to love and a time to hate. A time for war and a time for peace.
Time. One’s view of it is often influenced by the situation they are in. External pressures, anxieties, and foreboding deadlines all influence one’s outlook, as does pleasure, leisure, and anticipated reward. As I sit here writing this, my wife reminds me that we leave in a half-hour to get haircuts.
“What are we going to do?” The young wife asked her husband as the day approached in which the mortgage needed to be brought out of arrears.
“How long do I have?” The man asked the Doctor.
To some valuable, to others a thing to be endured. To a business owner, or someone that is deceived by the riches of this world, “Time is money”, and all things must suffer. To this one’s family they endure separation longing for the point of enough.
We often think that time’s rate of passage is variable. At work the clock seems to pass like cold molasses from a bottle. On vacation it whirls like the electric meter in July. In the mind of a young child, the Christmas morn may seem like an eternity away. To the young man awaiting his sixteenth birthday, and the opportunity to drive the car his dad had fixed up for him, the day couldn’t get here fast enough. Two prisoners have differing thoughts. One wishes time would slow as he hopes for a call from the Governor, the other wants for it to speed by as he looks at a twenty-five year sentence.
Time is measured in increments, as is money. Just as a hundred dollars would reap me more “stuff’ than a dollar, I would prefer a year on the beach in comparison to a week.
60 seconds make a minute, 60 minutes make an hour, and 24 hours make a day.
A day…”yesterday” he sighed.
Yesterday he watched as the One that is eternal subjected himself to time for the last…time. He sighed again. He looked around at the others, their faces revealed their hearts. One looked repentant, another had doubt written all his face.
6 days ago He entered the city undeterred by the suspicious glaring of the Roman garrison, the hypocritical piousness of the Pharisees as they looked down their long noses, and the celebratory shouts of the people.
“Hosanna to the Son of David! Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord! Hosanna in the highest!”
5 days later the crowd shouted “Crucify Him”!
33 hours earlier Pilate found no wrong with Him. Yet because he feared the crowd and wanted to gratify them ruled against Him.
24 hours earlier sunlight returned to the afternoon sky. The Father ripped the veil of the temple from the top downward, a sign of both an invitation into the presence, and the New Covenant that had been concealed in the Old Covenant had come!
24 hours earlier the Roman Centurion in his official status of overseeing the crucifixion, declared Him just and righteous. This declaration was significant to those that heard it because they left with actions of repentance. They beat their chest.
22 hours earlier Joseph hurrying to beat the start of the Sabbath, buried Him.
This minute everyone rested as the commandment of the Sabbath. When He was alive He often said that His hour had not yet come, and about 3 days. 2 days ago he was jolted from a garden slumber by His words, “My hour has come He couldn’t fully understand everything that He had told them 48 hours earlier, but he couldn’t get away from the part about the 3 days. Yesterday, today…tomorrow?