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Friday, June 13, 2025
This past Monday Shelley and I took a day trip to a nearby town, and visited a small shop. While Shelley talked with the owner, I caught sight of this immense clock face above the door.
As soon as my eye fell on it, I noticed the minute hand twitch. Then it twitched again, and then again. Each twitch moved the hand relentlessly around on another minute. The clock was doing its job.
However, these tiny twitches launched me back in time to my fourth grade classroom, where an electric clock hung on the wall above the blackboard. I remember standing there, stricken with terror because I could see the minute hand move. No twitches here—just a slow, relentless crawl.
Again, I knew that the clock was doing its job. I knew that the minute hand moved along. I was just terrified to see it doing it. And I think that the reason was that I feared mortality. I knew that my hours were numbered, and though no one could predict my life’s end, it would be inexorable.
It’s at these times – and I still have them – that I crave assurance that God cares for me. Fortunately, the Bible gives solid encouragement in verses like the ones you’ll find at the link just below.