My wife and I recently returned from my mother’s funeral in Chicago. I take this opportunity to thank all who expressed their support and sympathy and the wonderful group of friends from Anderson who personally attended her services.
In this time of personal sadness, I am so grateful to God for the 89 years he gave to my dear mother. I know that, even in this moment, as it says in the Bible, “weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.”
As I reflect on this past week, what seems to stick out most in my mind is time. In fact, “time” was the subject preached so beautifully by my mother’s eulogist, my brother-in-law from Alabama, the Rev. Hycall Brooks, III.
“What are you doing with your time?” he asked. He went on to teach the ways in which time is so deeply imbedded in our language, our behavior, our culture. It has long been a subject of great interest to me.
Time. I think most older adults in this great city (yes, great) know the importance of “punching in” and “punching out.” It was the time card, a thing ubiquitous in the industrialized world. If you got to the factory when you were supposed to, you were “on time.” If you got there late, it cost you something.
Time. Your computer runs on a calendar/clock. There is a clock on your cable TV box. Your cellphone keeps time. Most people have some type of clock in every room in the house — digital, analog, cuckoo, grandfather, inexpensive, very expensive, tick tock, tick tock. Our lives are regulated by time.
I have 10 wristwatches. Even though they are mostly inexpensive time keepers, they not only keep time, but also tell the month, and the date. If I need to know more about past or future days, weeks, months and years, I can use my computer or one of the many calendars in different places around the house.