Time’s slave

tsag-1I live in time.

I am a slave to time.

I see my life in God as a progression, a journey. This attitude is tainted even more by the human tendency to turn everything into a contest, a competition. In my sinfulness, I want to climb the ladder to perfection, to be the best. Although it seems like a holy goal to strain towards sainthood, I manage to corrupt the entire progress by focusing on

my prayer,

my reading,

my spiritual discipline,

my self sacrifices and effort.

Such an artificial, pitiful, kingdom of self.

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However time is not linear for God.

God’s view is the complete opposite of mine because He is not a slave of time.

He is the Lord of time.

He is the first and the last.

One second is like a thousand years and a thousand years are but a moment, a blink of an eye for the eternal Lord of all the universe.

He is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow.

God said to Moses, “I AM WHO I AM.

In reality life in God is not a prize to be won.

I will always be beginner because my new life starts and ends with God loving and saving me as I surrender pride and self-sufficiency. I am simply His child who merely says, “Yes” in giving up my role as the queen of my little kingdom. This was the first step I took at 17 and will be the last step when I die.

In the meantime,

life in the Spirit means

I look at God and

He looks at me.

I breath,


simply live in communion with Him.

God reminds me to rest.

Resting means giving up control.

Resting is simply relaxing in His presence as I allow the Holy Spirit to transform me.

So simple that it is child’s play yet so difficult for every serious, hard working adult.



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