Monthly Archives: March 2014
I watched the movie “About Time” last weekend. It was about a young man who discovers that he has the ability to go back in time. All he has to do is find a dark place, clench his fists and think about a desired time in the past that he wants to re-live and he is instantly transported there. While in the past, he could change his course of action which then alters the course of his life. His repeated attempts to right the wrongs of his past makes for one fascinating ride. The fantasy of ‘time travel’ is nothing new. And yet there seems to be no shortage of fiction based on this theme. On the other hand, the unidirectional flow of time from past to present to future and its implications on our lives have been the topic of hundreds of non-fictions including numerous theological books. My brain hurts whenever I read a book dealing with how God might be experiencing time based on biblical passages. But lets not go there now.
As I was watching the movie, I was wondering what I would do if I had the gift of time travel. I decided that I didn’t have to change my whole life, I just have to go back to about three specific days and change my decisions. I think that would probably alter the course of my life significantly. But with that I assume that my life is solely a result of my past decisions. Honestly, there were so many things I did not choose. I did not choose my race, my parents, my place of birth or even my name. And I don’t get to choose the people I come across on a typical day. I make hundreds of decisions every single day because I have to. God doesn’t make good decisions on my behalf nor does He stop me from making bad choices. And in His infinite wisdom, He saw it fit not to give me the power to turn back the wheels of time. I am made to face life as it comes. I realized that its not always a depressing thought because I would like to think that God faces his time uni-directionally much like I do – because he relates to me in my time.
Towards the end of the movie, the main character lives each day twice. Once facing events unexpectedly and the second time savoring each moment as it comes. I don’t have the luxury of living each day twice. But perhaps if I can stop regretting my past and quit worrying for my future constantly, I may learn the art of walking with God, savoring one moment at a time.