I wish I could report that I have always made the most of my time but like so many I have not. It wasn’t until 1979 that I discovered the truth of how I was then spending my time. It was in 1979 I heard for the first time that I had been separate from Christ, excluded from the commonwealth of Israel, a stranger to the covenants of promise, having no hope and without God in the world (Ephesians 2:12) and when I heard it, although I had never considered it before I new it was true. I had spent much of my childhood and teenage years feeling deep down like a lost stranger. I was at least on the surface having a good time. I had contemplated and concluded the feelings I had where just life and I should just get on with it. I had made up my mind many years earlier that there was no God and although in all honesty I knew very little of the supporting evidence for theory of evolution I found it a comfortable hook to hang my hat. But then I was confronted by the Truth that I was indeed without God not because I had decided that there was no God, but because those feelings I had of hopelessness, and exclusion, where real and as a result of sin, and that sin had been dealt with, and that by recognising that God through His love had provided the sacrifice of His Son I knew that God loved me, I also knew that the words written to the Ephesian church by the Apostle Paul were true of me.
much alive. The truth is that all of us have a start date that we celebrate annually and we will all have an end date for our time here on earth. And on our headstone in-between those two dates is a squiggle that represents the span of our life. We cannot buy more time, we can only spend it and until Jesus returns. That squiggle represents even at it most optimistic outcome that all to brief a time allotted to each of us by God. The Bible tells us to make the most of our time (Ephesians 5:16)