The Precious Gift of Seconds, Minutes, and Hours

C.S. Lewis’ book The Screwtape Letters contains a series of letters written by a demon to his nephew, advising him on how to go about tempting and deceiving his charges on earth. The book helps readers consider the myriad of ways in which evil forces work to keep us distracted from the truth of who God is and what He has done.

In one letter, Screwtape, the uncle, encourages his nephew, Wormwood, to morally assault his charge by darkening his intellect. One way to do this was to “zealously guard in his mind the curious assumption ‘My time is my own.’”

Screwtape asserted that people often grow angry when they feel that their time has been stolen from them. He encouraged Wormwood to “let him have the feeling that he starts each day as the lawful possessor of twenty-four hours. Let him feel as a grievous tax that portion of this property which he has to make over to his employers, and as a generous donation that further portion which he allows to his religious duties. But what he must never be permitted to doubt is that the total from which these deductions have been made was, in some mysterious sense, his own personal birthright.”

The Passage of Time

Time is a unique thing. Unlike money, we can’t accumulate it or multiply it. Unlike other things we attempt to control, we can’t hold it back, slow it down, or stop it. Time continues to move forward at the same rate, every second, minute, hour, and day of our life. It’s the same for everyone; we all use up an equivalent amount of time each day.

The older we get, the more the truth of this hits us. Consider the last time you saw a niece, nephew, or a friend’s child who lives far away. You were likely shocked at how much they’ve grown. Seeing them so much taller than the last time you saw them is a stark reminder of the passage of time.

Scripture tells us that our time is limited: “As for man, his days are like grass; he flourishes like a flower of the field; for the wind passes over it, and it is gone, and its place knows it no more” (Ps. 103:15–16). Perhaps that is why David wrote:

“O LORD, make me know my end and what is the measure of my days; let me know how fleeting I am! Behold, you have made my days a few handbreadths, and my lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely all mankind stands as a mere breath! Selah. Surely a man goes about as a shadow!” (Ps. 39:4–6).

Our days on earth are numbered, and God not only knows the exact number of those days, He also determines the number.

Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them (Ps. 139:16).

The number of days we have on this earth were determined before we even existed. And when we compare those days with eternity, our life is but a breath.

What do we do with the brief breath of time?

Time Does Not Belong to Us

We often live as though we have all the time in the world. We live as though time belongs to us and is ours to use as we desire. Screwtape cautions his nephew to make sure the person he deceives never once questions his ownership of time:

You have here a delicate task. The assumption which you want him to go on making is so absurd that, if once it is questioned, even we cannot find a shred of argument in its defense. The man can neither make, nor retain, one moment of time; it all comes to him by pure gift; he might as well regard the sun and moon as his chattels.

God is our Creator; He made all things and owns all things. Everything we are and have is a gift of His grace: our breath, health, money, food, shelter, and our time on earth. Our days belong to God, and we merely steward them for Him. We can be good stewards of our time or bad stewards. We can use it for His glory or for our own. Like the servants in Luke 19 who were given money to invest, God has given us time to invest for the kingdom. While we can’t stop, create, or multiply time, when we invest it in eternal pursuits, it pays dividends that last forever.

When we start to think about time in terms of stewardship, we realize how much of our time is about us. How often are we interrupted from something and respond in irritation? How often are we asked to serve someone and we say we can’t because we “don’t have enough time”? How often do we use the time we do have in trivial things rather than in eternal things? How often do we fail to appreciate our time as a gift of God’s grace or take it for granted that it will always be there? How often do we put off having a spiritual conversation with someone, assuming they will always be around to hear it?

For me, the answer to those questions is far too often. I view time as my own possession to do with as I choose. I treat other people as time thieves. I am stingy and selfish with my time, often looking forward to the end of the day when I get time all to myself to use however I want. I overlook and miss the opportunities God places in my path for me to glorify Him. Those interruptions to completing my to-do list for the day, those requests to meet for coffee or talk on the phone, those moments when my kids want to talk, those quiet blocks of time when I could sit and spend time with the Lord—all missed because I view time as belonging to me and not to the Giver and Keeper of time.

The older I get, the more I realize how precious our time is. Maybe you realize that, too. May we use our time wisely, for the Lord and His glory. May we steward well those precious few moments we have here on earth, investing it in eternal pursuits, always remembering that our time is not our own.

About the Author

Christina Fox

Christina Fox

Christina Fox is a speaker, writer, and author of several books includeing: Closer Than a Sister; Idols of a Mother’s Heart; and Sufficient Hope: Gospel Meditations and Prayers for Moms. She received her Masters in Counseling from Palm Beach … read more …

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